Verse 1 There were discarded bells Sitting on a small outcropping Tall grass all around Half hidden Like hand bells Cow bells Various sizes Waiting there As I looked at the bells On some I could see Beautiful engravings Symbols Words Others were plain And scarred ⸻ Verse 2 I started pulling them off As people near me That I did not know Were doing Dropping them in a pile Near my feet Once I examined Each unattended bell Unraveled the grass Wiped off the grime Carefully brought back the shine ⸻ Pre-Chorus (gentle discovery) I rang the bells Their music filled the air In the tall grass Calling softly ⸻ Chorus (mystical realization) A voice carried on the breeze Called softly — They aren’t yours to take Not mine to carry Not mine to keep Not free to take ⸻ Verse 3 (inner understanding) A pile near my feet Hand bells Cow bells Various sizes Tall grass all around A small outcropping Discarded bells Not forgotten You don’t have to carry everything Not all burdens belong to you ⸻ Bridge (deep healing truth) Letting go can be an act of integrity Letting go can be an act of integrity ⸻ Final Chorus (release) I carefully replaced them One by one Putting them back Not mine to carry Not mine to keep ⸻ Outro (peaceful resolution, fading) Discarded bells In the tall grass On a small outcropping Hands empty now Putting them back Putting them back Empty hands Can be peaceful Empty hands Can be peaceful (soft fade into silence)
