The Bell

On my 26th day of being alone
I Hung out of the window by the telephone.
I heard the Trees calling out your name
And I wondered in the forest of becoming insane.

In what is right and what is wrong
There will always be weak and always be strong
Dona nobis… pachem,
Does the Bell ring for one of them?
And Why does it toll in this Time Of Need?
Can I smash the phone and go back to sleep
To swim in the ocean of the people’s tears,
That was made for us over a million years?

We wonder through the fields of insufferable weeds,
We watch for the people coming out to feed.
They feed on rocks and they feed on blood,
But only the strong have faith on love.

Between what is short and what is long
There will always be weak and always be strong,
There will always be strong in every thing
Always an end and a beginning.