Drum

Drum

Hum of the pavement
beneath my toes
I watch for onlookers watching me
Beginning to balance

Leaving is the best part
I run high on freedom
allowing us all our favorite company
I wouldnt do the things i do alone

Familiar faces remind me
Cheers
to a home I will return to
Echo mountain

Hands on drums
Euk strumming
voices fill the misty air
hours pass and we sing on
Sharing more than we thought we would.

  

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