There is power in a symbol, accessing the mind through its window
interpreting the things that were never said, just something I read.
Still we let symbolism lead the way, there is a cost if I may say
an empty heart and distracted mind, we seem to be running out of time.
Then for whom do the bell tolls, answered by those left out in the cold
they don’t look like me, their reasoning to why another can’t be free.