Church Bells Poem by Rachel Hankins

Off in the distance
the bells start to ring
off in the distance
the church choir sings

Here so close
I hear you cry
Here so close
I felt you die

Sitting right next to you
I held you so cold
Sitting right next to you
I was with you when the barn was sold

Everyone gathers
around your coffin here
Everyone gathers
and they all begin to tear

Outside
we here the snow fall softly to the ground
Outside
they lower you without a sound

Running toward your grave
wanting to hold you so tight
Running toward your grave
wanting you just one more night

Here now
living without you
Here now
dying inside too

Off in the distance
the bells start to fade
Off in the distance
the last choir song was made