Sleep won't come.

The yearning stays.

I lie awake, in weary daze.

At 6:00am a well is breached,

Tears start flowing down my cheeks.

And as the feelings in me well,

The mission starts to ring it's bell.

The perfect time for it to start

Just as sorrow swamps my heart,

Across the town, I hear it sing,

All is silent but it's cling.

Splitting through forsaken night,

I see once more that hope is right.

For in the past the bell has shown

That when we love we're not alone.