Our Own Drum

 

The earth can tremble and shake

It can slit apart

And explode

But what do we do

We conform

We bend

And change

With the sifting tides

We move

We grow

We reach new heights

We had never known

We are beautiful

In an ugly society

We fall and cry

We stand tall and proud

We march

To the beat of our own drum

It thumps is our head

And chest and fills us

With the deepest of passions

To rid the world

Of hate

And fear

March to that drum

Oh we shall

Stomp out the evil

Then solute to the sun