A soul's passion


*took my glasses off for this one*
a very close friend of mine told me
"you know, sometimes i wonder...what if i wasn't the young man you know today? what if
i was just some savage man in Africa. What if
the only way i could communicate was by using
my drum?"
of course, i put some thought into that
i put myself in his shoes, closed my eyes...and waited
silence
nothing...nothing
then, all at once
a series of sounds floods in
children yellingadults yelling
i feel my hands moving
i hear the rhythm they form
Between beats there ismy heartbeat
slow...steady...increasing by the second
as i slowly open my eyese i see
movement all around and i am drawn in
no words can explain
well, no words, by me, can be expressed
everyone speaks but i
i speak not. my drum speaks for me
what is it saying, u ask
it is saying
I am strong, I am strong
I am
strong
I am a king (remember its for him)
I am life
I am...life
I...am...life (fades)
through the words that i speak
I lead a young child into victory
I make dreams and live mine
it is what i know that got me
here
and my word...spoken through my drum
come from here (placing hand over heart)
(back to present)
An African's trade has made its way
past generations and into his hands
into his drum
his words are spoken through his passion
and he is making...
dreams