The Bells

We beat the bells, we left the roads littered

With the footprints of our sound

We called to the parents, salesmen, priests, and police

“We’ve taken you and the hour!”

They beat us up, they called us ghosts

They told their children not to let us in;

The first, the second, their kids came out, saying

“I thought I heard something ring”

The house fell dark, I couldn’t find a thought

To distract me anymore

The watching dread - “and is he dead?” -

Breaking down the unprotected door

Then time fell out replaced by the silence

Of an unseen darker power

The first, the second, the bells rang out, saying

“We’ve taken you and the hour!”

The streets were filled with saints all marching singing

The parade’s cacophony

Singing “life is wider, love is longer than we could have

Ever hoped to see”

I sang aloud the song I knew back when I thought I knew everything

Our voices full, the words were true that started when

I thought I heard something ring