Peal of a Bell

"Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That's how the light gets in" Leonard Cohen No sweet sound is ever heard in the pealing of a broken bell or when darkness weaves through the mist to cast a mystical spell Nothing in life is granted freely All things have a tariff price The devil demands too much With evil wiles he will entice Life is covered in stains and flaws Tatters and crevices abound Where there is a modicum of light, darkness will always be found Hold the clapper in your hand Let it sound from lip to lip Be heard before death arrives sailing the night on a ghost ship