The years were many and the roads were long,
with no music left inside to sing the song
and the pipers played on the hillside yon;
heart-wrenching tunes for those who've gone.
Carried along on a soft summer breeze,
the music brought me to my knees
and I prayed to God the pain to ease,
remembering to ask him "Please,,,"
A vision of my mother's smiling face
welcoming me home through time and space,
somehow I knew this was the place
where tears and heartache I could erase.
My footsteps had led me back home.
although I knew that I stood alone,
bent down as tears on my face shone
to place roses on a granite stone.
The years were many and the roads were long,
with no music left inside to sing the song
and the pipers played on the hillside yon;
heart-wrenching tunes for those who've gone.
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