The Little Bell [Demo]

The little bell lies on the ground
Although it tries it cannot sound
It used to ring across the air
Its sweetened tone would linger there
But from a careless hand it rotted
Its shell was only made of cork
Although it lies there split in two
It still tries to ring out to you
Now deep inside my wooden clock
There is a tick but not a tock
Although into the room it chimes
It only tells me half the time
Why do you leave me so confused?
I'll miss my bus, my job I'll lose
Oh what is wrong my wooden clock?
It breaks my heart to see you stop