A little poetry from me
My heart beats
to a drummer long dead
to the sound of silence
I dedicate all that I am
in the dark, alone
I sing of dreams
of lepers, saviors, fools, and kings
all in the dust beneath my feet
to a drummer long dead
to the sound of silence
I dedicate all that I am
in the dark, alone
I sing of dreams
of lepers, saviors, fools, and kings
all in the dust beneath my feet