Return To My Bay Of Three Clocks

Whilst standing at the bay of three clocks, chiming
        of those bells were like a lullaby ...Soft and sweet,
        So gentle is the breeze coming off the bay by the
        sea, never a kinder soul would I meet ...now our
        lullaby shall be heard no more ...evil fame addiction
        with a mind full of hatred, bells they will never chime
                                                               ...not like before.

       Shall we ever hear a lullaby sweet ...maybe one day
       the evil shall leave, why hate the kindest on this site
       their only task ...is to have us grieve ...Return to my
       bay of three clocks, where I'll hear that lullaby sweet,
       fragrance of beauty is what I shall feel ...the breeze
                              from the bay is where we shall meet.

                 Bobby Ferguson 06/07/2014.