resonance of bells
The resonance of bells
echos through empty hearts
filling and eveloping them
in a long reprieve of warmth
Once the resonance ends
the heart is left
with hope for love
and an everlasting warmth
By its ethereal call
lone souls without love
may find one another
to unite in a wonderous bond
Through its ethereal sound
those dearly departed
sprout their wings and gain curouge
to impale the skies above and reach heavan
And it is through its holy power
that calls down
our gaurdian angels
to guide us through our sorrow
it is in the resonance of bells
in which we gather hope
in which we find our lovers
in which we bather to pray for the dearly departed
and in which our gaurdian angels descend to eas our souls
all thanks to the resonance of bells
Nightmare
Silent tears bleed from my heart
as the worst plays in my mind
over and over
haunting my heart and soul
My love would be using my
or done with me
not needing my presence
wishing i was gone
My heart would be cut and slit
by knives of harsh words
of hate and discontent
until it would fall to shreds
My hope would abandon me
leaving with her love
not bothering to turn around
and say goodbye
All other peices of my person
would leave one by one
not even bothering to even
hear my words"dont leave"
Splattered in the blood
of my torn heart
I would be alone and cold
no breath to be drawn in the dark
Suddenly I awake in a cold sweat
sobbing into the pillow before me
so noone would hear
praying my nightmare would not come morrow night
The resonance of bells
echos through empty hearts
filling and eveloping them
in a long reprieve of warmth
Once the resonance ends
the heart is left
with hope for love
and an everlasting warmth
By its ethereal call
lone souls without love
may find one another
to unite in a wonderous bond
Through its ethereal sound
those dearly departed
sprout their wings and gain curouge
to impale the skies above and reach heavan
And it is through its holy power
that calls down
our gaurdian angels
to guide us through our sorrow
it is in the resonance of bells
in which we gather hope
in which we find our lovers
in which we bather to pray for the dearly departed
and in which our gaurdian angels descend to eas our souls
all thanks to the resonance of bells
Nightmare
Silent tears bleed from my heart
as the worst plays in my mind
over and over
haunting my heart and soul
My love would be using my
or done with me
not needing my presence
wishing i was gone
My heart would be cut and slit
by knives of harsh words
of hate and discontent
until it would fall to shreds
My hope would abandon me
leaving with her love
not bothering to turn around
and say goodbye
All other peices of my person
would leave one by one
not even bothering to even
hear my words"dont leave"
Splattered in the blood
of my torn heart
I would be alone and cold
no breath to be drawn in the dark
Suddenly I awake in a cold sweat
sobbing into the pillow before me
so noone would hear
praying my nightmare would not come morrow night
