The Sound Of My Freedom

The sound of my freedom is ringing bells
And I don’t care if I’m going to hell
Because at least I’m going there with you
And I’d follow you even if you didn’t want me to
He moves in waves and oceans of cloaks
And he gives rise to all my hopes
Opening like an undulating sea
And he’s not even talking to me
As he holds a pen and asks me if I
Want one too and I try
Not to break from all the suspense
Should I tell Ben he’s heaven sent
To walk this earthly plane with us
And all I feel is all this trust
In everything that we could be
And fuck, the way he is looking at me
As if he is testing the water
Does he not know he caught her
An eon ago before time was born
And that I have been so forlorn
Waiting for the day that I
Realise we don’t have to die
To be reunited as the eternal we are
Immense space and a bright star

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