Passing Bell
I see the happiness of where I
want to be
I reach out and touch it, but it
wasn't meant for me
The closest thing I had
I threw it to the wind
Now my heart is sad
I feel the familiar rend
Like a poisoned apple
that tastes sour
The relationship I had
killed the flower
Slowly filling with jealousy and hate
I threw it back before it was late
So here I am
alone as I stand
In quiet solitude
without another's hand
I know this path
all too intimately well
Each love that I've had
only rings the passing bell
