Home With Bells
Am not upon a ship of sails
One that moves only by gales
Nor a trackless train rolling on
No engine room two cars long
No time on hand, as moments linger
Broken clocks are missing its fingers
One thousand years is not that old
There are no days and nights to unfold
Time is not measured, no such existence
For I have journeyed a silent distance
No gate checklist, I am without a name
All are equal, no such word as fame
Life is now free from all its tolls
Absent from burdens for all souls
I carry no guilt taking this route
Am now free without a doubt
Sorrow and misery have been graved
Tranquility of spirit will now be paved
Freedom does ring in this domain
Will always be my home to remain
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