The Unknown, Known Poem by Nate Morris

Memories of pain
No reason to dwell
Memories of gain,
As I hear the church bells.

What brought us here I sometimes wonder
Maybe time will tell.
No answers to this day
As I hear the church bells.

Once a close family
A witness while we fell.
No excuses for failure I’m reminded
As I hear the church bells.

I’m thankful for your sacrifices
For your hard work I can tell.
Your youthful nature, I reflect
As I hear the church bells.

Although the unknown still exists
I strive to dispel.
The known that has left deep scars, I pray for healing
As I hear the church bells.