The tolling of a fallen
heart
The rendering of the hearts
that weep
I rest my body near a tomb
and lay me down to sleep

I sleep to hear the moans
of war the embattled spirits
cry to
me
please no more graves of war be made,
the echo from a digger's grave

The dirt upon my hands
I see, of blood and dirt and bodies torn

My hands do hold this heavy clump, my mind can only see,
my digger's grave, far lost
from humanity

I awake to hear the spirits cry, my heart in sadness be,
to hear the tolling bells, of fallen hearts,
and the rendering of these souls
that weep
So let the dove of peace,upon our land-
forever be...