I’ve done this thing a thousand times before,
Looked death in the face,
I’ve been to that place.
This time it’s different, its not the same;
I know that girl, those little shoes, spin and twirl,
Unfurling kilt, the one she wore;
And in that split second she was no more.
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We pipers played Amazing Grace,
A tune set in key of G;
In honor of her namesake, heard;
From mountain, to hill, through valley.
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We marched alongside Her casket,
In the bitter winter cold,
In time we’d learn the story,
Of how Her’s was to unfold.
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Our eyes did pour out rivers,
Tears streaming, to our chest,
We marched onwards, to the resting place
In time, we do our best.
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You already know the trouble,
The sorrow of our pain,
Listen closely with your heart,
& always when it rains.
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