Ghost of a Fallen Hero By Jaymz Whyte
When the ghost of a fallen hero comes
When the bagpipes play the sweet sound
The hero paid in blood
Honor and bravery
Fallen but never forgotten
Folded flags and orphaned babies
Saved by grace
The memory and love will last forever
Stars and stripes waving beside a marble rock
Tear drops don't fall from heaven
But the sun does shine down on bronze
Do they play the pipes and drums
On the golden streets above?
Jaymz Whyte
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