Bells are ringing,
People rejoice,
This is of my wedding day,
People gather around to see us become one,
But how long will it last?
Bells are ringing,
People mourn,
This is of my death,
People gather around to see my limp body
Be buried in the ground on a cold, winter day
Bells are ringing a year later on
People rejoice once again,
A new baby has been born
A new life has been created
Bells are ringing once again
On a rainy cold day
People mourn
As a car crashes
A lady is heard screaming
As she watches her baby boy
Burn into ash
Bells are ringing
People rejoice
As a family becomes one again
This is of my family
We are reunited
In the golden gates of heaven
So do not cry for me down here
Save your tears for some other
Poor soul
Because I am finally happy
In the place were I belong
I place a kiss on my wife's temple
As I here the bells are ringing
In the background .
ok here's another poem, not one of my best but a poem none the less, ok so anyhoo R&R and honest oppinons will be welcomed thanks,Jasmine