Does it make a sound?

He struck the bell and it tolled great sound rolling across the land With all Her heart Freedom sang and rang with great power that still hangs An eternal echo by His hand by the People’s Will by ink and quill no more chains for ANY man In empty forest a tree so tall mighty oak falling with none around With all His strength He crumbles and tumbles with such power the Earth rumbles But with no ears to listen, does He make a sound? Or does he lay day after day Silently withering upon the ground? Does the promise WE made by Our Will by ink and quill Still remain in our today? Or has it only faded away?