Your Lifepipes - A Lament

Remember that sound
Ye heerd aroond
Last yearr in GlenMorickswythe?

Those were my pipes
Those are your life.

Remember me plaain’
In torrential reen
Until I disappeared?

The fog did surroond
But ye still heerd the soond!

Ye cannot shoot
Nor block me oot
From yeer minde, noor the soond of my pipes.

Expull them frum you
And ye will die too!

Pumping through
From head to too
Ye’d be a fool to shut them oot because

These are ye pipes
These are your life.