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
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