Taps

TAPS Alone upon a windswept hill, a single bugler stands A song of solace in his heart, his horn held in his hands Day is done, gone the sun, the mournful notes he blows From the lakes, from the hills, from the sky, the lyric goes You cannot hear it and forget, those for whom it's meant You cannot help but shed a tear for those to whom it's sent The haunting sound that says goodnight, also says goodbye Calling soldiers to their rest, they're safe now, God is nigh