A Song Nobody Knows

A Villanelle of Sorts

And so it goes, all we have are broken bells
that ring out into this endless nights
so we can sing our song that nobody knows.

I can hear all those shouts and yells,
that singing that blooms from pain and light,
and so it goes. All we have are broken bells

and broken glass at our feet, when she tells
me that the dawn isn’t out of sight
so we can sing our song that nobody knows.

Even though I can’t quite remember how it goes,
the right notes are just out of sight
and so it goes all we have are broken bells.

I think that it will be enough, and the rest grows
and twists and flowers oh so bright
so we can sing our song that nobody knows.

From here to everyone’s personal hells,
we will break the silence before the night
even if our singing voices are as harsh as a crow’s
and so it goes, all we have are broken bells
so we can sing our song that nobody knows.