Haunting Bells

The hungry children cry for bread,
The outcasts clamour for the light;
We mourn the living and the dead;
The candle flickers in the night.
The haunting bells at twilight ring.
What love is mine that would not sing?
Though skyward still I turn and pray,
I cannot face the broken day.

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