Far between sundown s finish an midnight s broken toll We ducked inside the doorway
thunder crashing As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight An for each an ev ry underdog soldier in the night An 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 blowin rain Dissolved into the bells of the lightning Tolling for the rebel
tolling for the rake Tolling for the luckless
the abandoned an forsaked Tolling for the outcast
burnin constantly at stake An we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder Striking for the gentle
striking for the kind Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind An the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time An we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales For the disrobed faceless forms of no position Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts All down in taken-for-granted situations Tolling for the deaf an blind
tolling for the mute Tolling for the mistreated
mateless mother
the mistitled prostitute For the misdemeanor outlaw
chased an cheated by pursuit An we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Even though a cloud s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed An 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 An for each unharmful
gentle soul misplaced inside a jail An we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Starry-eyed an laughing as I recall when we were caught Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended As we listened one last time an we watched with one last look Spellbound an swallowed til the tolling ended Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed For the countless confused
accused
misused
strung-out ones an worse An for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe An we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

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