The Bell

A friend lies down beneath my feet,
He´s cold, just like my heart.

I stand he lies and moves no more,
It tears myself apart.

I stand he lies and´ll never show the smile - we loved,
of warmth and kindness anymore.

So silence all the bells, give in.
Cry out all grief and pain.

His dreams, his fears, his soul within,
It all has been in vain.

by Benedict Lestat

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