A man's purpose is hidden
In the toll of the bells
The toll is his guiding torch
Through the dark valleys of life
The bells proclaim it
And one may refute it at his own peril

But now the bells are broken
Battered, fractured and shattered!
Its pieces kicked to dust
By the savage hearts of men
Who now walk with no clear path ahead
Without the toll of the bells

The toll is silent
Unheard and lost in time's oblivion
It is only heard in the
Deafening silence of our souls

The toll may be silent
But it is still ours
Ours to find
Ours to hear
And ours to take.

© Omega O.