CHIMES OF FREEDOM

Far between sundown's finish, and midnight's broken toll,
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing.
As majestic bells of bolts, struck shadows in the sounds,
Seaming to be the chimes of freedom flashing.
Flashing for the warriors, whose strength is not to fight,
Flashing for the refugees on their unarmed road of flight.
And for each and every under dog soldier in the night,
As we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched.
With faces hidden while the walls were tightening.
As the echo of the wedding bells, before the blowing rain,
Dissolved into the bells of the lightening.
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake,
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned and forsaked.
Tolling for the outcast burning constantly at stake.
As we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Trough the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail,
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder.
That the clanging of the church bells blew far into the breeze.
Leaving only bells of lightening and its thunder.
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind.
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind.
And the unpawned painter, behind, beyond his rightful time.
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Through he wild cathedral evening, the rain unravelled tales.
For the disrobed faceless forms, of no position.
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts.
All down, and taken for granted, situations.
Tolling for the deaf and blind, tolling for the mute.
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute.
For the misdemeanour outlaw, chased and cheated by pursuit.
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Even though a cloud's white curtain, in a far off corner flashed,
And the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting.
Electric light still struck like arrows fired, but for the ones
Condemned to drift, or else be kept from drifting.
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless seeking trail.
For the lonesome hearted lovers, with too personal a tale,
And for each unshameful gentle soul, misplaced inside a jail.
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Starry eyed and laughing, as I recall when we were caught,
Trapped by no track of hours, for they hang suspended.
As we listened one last time, and we watched with one last look.
Spellbound and swallowed 'til the tolling ended.
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed.
For the countless, confused, accused, misused, strung out ones, and worse.
And for every hung up person in the whole wide universe.
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.