The ByrdsChimes 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 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 And for each and every underdog soldier in the night 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 unharmful 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 hanged suspended And we listened one last time, and we watched with one last look Spellbound and swallowed till the tolling ended Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed For the countless confused, accused, misused, srung-out ones and worse And for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing © 2019