Until the Bell, Divided, Rings

The more tight our grasp
On what we love
The shorter now it seems to last

We shall forget these things
Until the bell, divided, rings
And in its hollow sound
The lines and words which we had prior found
Now to which we’re bound will sing

Until this day arrives
The voices we did prior hide
So bold will rage inside
In languages with meaning tucked behind
All messages implied
And from this simple truth the truth itself shall die

And as our minds are shattered then
Our voices scatter
As they chatter to no end
Though it won’t matter when
We lose the first from which our mouths was birthed
Our children’s worth already spent

And from our dreams it seems
Or nightmares rather
Will spring beings
Not meant for light of day
Their wretched forms
Of darkness born
In light will take a different state

Through drifting, shifting skies
We will surmise
Not only distance
Weight and size
But with much more than eyes
We will perceive intent apparent in the dearth of their surprise

Then in a sudden burst
The ink from pen
As if rehearsed
Will finally mark the words
Once more inclined as if refined
Repaying now all debts incurred

When the bell, incited, finally tolls
All wrongs righted
We’ll stand united
Not divided, broken souls

Until the bell, divided, rings
Until the bell, divided, rings
Until the bell, divided, rings
We will await the peace it brings

Until the bell, divided, rings
Until the bell, divided, rings
Until the bell, divided, rings
We will await the peace it brings