blainebeckner
11-02-2010, 10:30 PM
I Hear the bells ringing, ringing,
To reaching hands the heavens part!
The chimes rain down singing, bringing,
smiling melodies to heavy heart!
In past so distant a ringing, clinging,
an ashen sky did press my soul;
the striker struck with stinging, pinging,
and forced the breaking bell to toll.
A gentle breeze now healing, leaving
my sorrows floating far above;
In sounding bells cradled, kissing,
thy lips of gold forever my love.
To reaching hands the heavens part!
The chimes rain down singing, bringing,
smiling melodies to heavy heart!
In past so distant a ringing, clinging,
an ashen sky did press my soul;
the striker struck with stinging, pinging,
and forced the breaking bell to toll.
A gentle breeze now healing, leaving
my sorrows floating far above;
In sounding bells cradled, kissing,
thy lips of gold forever my love.