Bells

What happens when the bells stop ringing?

Sound the trumpets
Ring the Bells
Gather ‘round for the news it tells
Could it be the war has ended?
Or the end of the life we so defended?

So many questions, no answers we have
Now Time is up, the end of the stave
It appears we’ve Lost, Everybody Scatter
Not a care is shown
As to this grave matter

A blind eye is turned
To the suffering and pain
So a façade is made
And the cycle begins
‘Round it goes

Never to stop
A cycle of torment
That I’ve been caught
I can’t get out, away from you
I’m in love, what more can I do?

And so I go no further
You’ve made your choice
I tried to cry out, but had no voice
The trumpets now silent
The bells distant

My last and final option
Is this here parchment
I’ve lost so much in this noble fight
The only conclusion
Is the infinite night