When Pealed the Bells
We all did cry when Father died, when pealed the bells
Landscape weary, our eyes teary, the earth stood still
Life bereft of meaning, withered plain of empty shells
Mourners came from nearby towns and far-flung dells
Haunting eulogies, by a lonely gravestone on a hill
We all did cry when Father died, when pealed the bells
Mom broke down, wept in her gown; she wasn't well
Her life's love stolen, it took a toll on her good will
Life bereft of meaning, withered plain of empty shells
Brother Skip, his lip he bit, emotions quelled
Took his cap off, sadly doffed, his blood now chilled
We all did cry when Father died, when pealed the bells
As for me --Long I wept, heart windswept, at this death knell
Against my will, my protests shrill, an all-too-bitter pill
Life bereft of meaning, withered plain of empty shells
As we shoveled the dirt, our souls hurt, a giant felled
Rain began to fall, soaked us all, each drop so shrill
We all did cry when Father died, when pealed the bells
Life bereft of meaning, withered plain of empty shells
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