Bells, par Ryn Atchley

Bells

I listen

As the bells ring

As they never rang for me

You don’t know I’m there

Or the bells wouldn’t ring

For they don’t ring around me

They have lost their sweet tone

Their beautiful sound

That rings on and on

Is gone

I listen

As the laugh tolls

Like the most beautiful bells

And remember

When the bells tolled

Only for me

They say To only try and save yourself That in the end They won’t come to save me But what if I

You don’t know The monster I’ve become For you can’t see it I hide it well Until I’m around you