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.

  

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s