Wooden Bells

In Notre Dame they have it better
With that golden bell beneath the sky
A cathedral wrapped in Paris
That outcast was luckier than you and I
He could make the people hear
He could make them gather round
If sullen, he tap it quietly
If enraged, he deafen the crowd
And they couldn't help but listen
The paupers and the kings
What we wouldn't have given to swing it
To make that golden bell sing
But let us face the facts
Dear brother, you and I
We had no cathedral to run to
No siren to shatter the night
All we had is what we were given
And what we were given was made of oak
Nobody hears wooden bells
They make no sounds, they give no hope
The heavens do not look upon them
Men do not question their call
Wooden bells only ring in futility
Wooden bells serve for nothing at all