Chimes of Freedom

<br>Far between sundowns finish an midnights broken toll<br><br>We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing<br><br>As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds<br><br>Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing<br><br>Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight<br><br>Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight<br><br>An for each an evry underdog soldier in the night<br><br>An we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.<br><br><br><br>In the citys melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched<br><br>With faces hidden while the walls were tightening<br><br>As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin rain<br><br>Dissolved into the bells of the lightning<br><br>Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake<br><br>Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an forsaked<br><br>Tolling for the outcast, burnin constantly at stake<br><br>An we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.<br><br><br><br>Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail<br><br>The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder<br><br>That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze<br><br>Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder<br><br>Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind<br><br>Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind<br><br>An the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time<br><br>An we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.<br><br><br><br>Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales<br><br>For the disrobed faceless forms of no position<br><br>Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts<br><br>All down in taken-for-granted situations<br><br>Tolling for the deaf an blind, tolling for the mute<br><br>Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute<br><br>For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an cheated by pursuit<br><br>An we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.<br><br><br><br>Even though a clouds white curtain in a far-off corner flashed<br><br>An the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting<br><br>Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones<br><br>Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting<br><br>Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail<br><br>For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale<br><br>An for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail<br><br>An we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.<br><br><br><br>Starry-eyed an laughing as I recall when we were caught<br><br>Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended<br><br>As we listened one last time an we watched with one last look<br><br>Spellbound an swallowed til the tolling ended<br><br>Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed<br><br>For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an worse<br><br>An for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe<br><br>An we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.