The bells ring loud and clear,
There is nothing left not to fear,
Tears still form the longest river,
Cold winter days still make you shiver.
When will we see ourselves alone,
Without communication being verbal or phone,
This must end the madness we hold,
Yet no one should allow our cards to fold.
The heavens hold our dreams above,
Is you and me truely love?
I want you to keep hold of what we've got,
It can never be forgot.
Only time shall tell what the future holds,
We shall watch as it unfolds,
Day after day the sun comes out,
But what exactly is it about?
We live a life of mystery,
Constantly looking back at history,
Wishing there was another choice,
Another path to become a voice,
Where is it now when it is in need,
While my heart sits to bleed.
I need your love and grace,
I need to see your loving face.
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