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