What good is a bell when there’s no one to ring it?
What good is a song when there’s no one to sing it?
What good is the truth when Folks choose not to see
How it would make them happy, make them feel free.
What good is a smile if we choose not to share it,
There can’t be a feast lest someone prepare it.
Why ask of the world, why? How can it be?
When the one that’s refusing to do it—is me.
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