The bells are ringing loudly,
toiling for their muse.
There won't be another
to fill his shoes.
The bells are ringing louder,
as he makes his final stroll,
upon the shoulders
of his dearests sons.
The bells are ringing,
but no one here can hear,
there is an echo of ending life,
it's time to share our memories
while they are still ripe.
The bells are ringing loudly,
ticking like a fuse.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
The bells are ringing loudly,
toiling for their muse.
There won't be another
to fill his shoes.
The bells are ringing louder,
as he makes his final stroll,
upon the shoulders
of his dearests sons.
The bells are ringing,
but no one here can hear,
there is an echo of ending life,
it's time to share our memories
while they are still ripe.
The bells are ringing loudly,
ticking like a fuse.
