Ring The Bells

Ring The Bells

The pyre of love lights up the darkness
And the bells ring their sad peal
All the promises you made
Burn in the ashes
Spoken to sound true
And fade into pale smoke
I cast the broken cross of my heart
Watching your name disappear.

So as a phoenix who rises in flames
Reborn I lift my wings to fly
Ascending from where
You broke me into pieces
Courage must reassemble
So I can mend my fallen petals
Plant roots in real love
And bloom into someone new.

Copyright © 2024 Charles Edward York
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