The Cry Of The Bell

 

The heads bow

The bell sings

A beautiful sound

All…

But for the sorrow it rings

 

The sun’s down

The moon rises

It’s frightful round

All…

But for tomorrow it brings

 

Who will be there to see it

Rise up from their slumber to greet it

Our souls tell the tales

Of our giving

We’re all one life away

From not living

 

If you don’t wake up…

Don’t live for the now

Then for you,

As for the dead,

Their heads

They will bow

Some will march as they bear

Some, the earth they will share

 

Pay the toll

Heaven or Hell

Hear the toll

The cry of the bell

 

And as the choir sings…

 

The heads bow

The bell sings

A beautiful sound

All…

But for the sorrow it rings

 

The sun’s down

The moon rises

It’s frightful round

All…

But for tomorrow it brings

 

The choice of the living

The fate of the dead

They both rest on a pillow

Only one lifts their head

To see tomorrow