Bells

Once they’re set to ringing it seems they never stop

You people looking at me weirdly Don’t hear

Don’t hear me at all And please, by all means tell me about the days that strangers have I’m all ears And hands And swiss knife for opening your bottles and cleaning your nails

Meanwhile, there’s a sock somewhere that will fit over the clapper Or We’ll cut the rope

If you have tinnitus, you’re not alone. Don’t despair. I know I say that and there are days even I don’t believe it. Hang in there.