Freedom rings,in the midst of my fall,
Lone at last,but unknown to all.
Fortitude that bides by the company of time,
Deserters all,in this world of mine.
A tear was once wept,starry eyes bled,
And innocent hearts turned crimson from red.
A hand did gently dry those welled eyes,
A ear did intently ear out those cries.
And in moments bleak,when nothing seemed right,
Words trickled fun into hours of the night.
Tis pain that befalls the soul who did good,
Tis pain that reigns as in hell it should.
Devoid of help and none to call,
Alone he braves this despondent fall.
And like hope that each new suffering will bring,
Alone,and hence,now the freedom bells ring.
