The Beating of a Drum
The Story's often won
There's more pressing matters...
The beating of a Drum
That soft and silent Hum
The beating of a Drum
Come Hither
or Wither
the soft and silent stream
the weaving of the dream
the tapestry unseen
lining all the walls
draping every hall
The Beating of the Drum
That soft and silent Hum
What's next?
There's plastics
on the Decks
Few Windows
in the Walls
The Walls are often
Scoffed
What's next?
The Beating of the Drum
That soft and silent Hum
That Pungent Scent of Rum
The elixir of the Dumb!
What.
What wait.
Don't go on
waiting
on
your fate
Cause it's
too late
Put more things on your plate!
Wait!
But wait!
The Beating of the Drum
That soft and silent Hum
Cause it's too Late!
A cake
Some Cake
A Sterling Piece of Cake
One Bite Of this Cake and
You'll Be Sure It's No MiStake!
You whistle?
You'll whistle
Your lips begin to bristle
As the Agony of asking me
to dance becomes an issue
That you didn't wish you
had a chance to have
Wait!
But Wait!
The Beating of the Drum
That soft and silent Hum
Cause it's too late!