Let the Bagpipes Play

Let the sound of the bagpipe finally erase,
All that I have done which is a disgrace
Let the bagpipe cleanse the heart and memory
Let the world comfort my whole family

Let them only have good thoughts about me
Have them remember the times when we were happy
Allow them to miss me gone more than when I was here
Another broken heart I will no longer have to fear.

Nobody speaks the bad about a fallen hero
Not a soul left behind will see me as a zero
The girls can then grow up filled with pride
Of dear old dad and the good he could provide

Now to sit back a await the bagpipes to play
Hopefully that won't be so far away
For a hero it could never end by my own hand
Pray soon enough to be buried by the playing band

Let those I have touched attend and listen
To the bagpipes and 21 rounds of ammunition
That is the dream I have of how it ends
Maybe then they will miss me as the bagpipe mends

These are just dreams, fantasies for me
Something the opposite of what is reality
To be buried as a married man living at home
Instead of what I am now, empty and alone