As our chains fall dreaming
Bells of copper, black and quiet
Broken bits of cold steel
In this silence
As our chains fall dreaming
Winds through my heart
Tear the sky, and reins break free
All around me
Lie signs of a traitor's field
Bells of copper, black and quiet
Broken bits of cold steel
Asian bits
In this silence
Of lost and empty dreams
Gates of iron and silver
Open wide for you and me
Writer(s): Neal Barnard
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