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Description
The movement of tiny feet running
Like little drums drumming
A sound that's
In sync, off beat

Touch me
Make me feel the rhythm and believe
That these sounds aren't just sounds

They're all around
Coursing through our veins
They feel our pain
Our blood
Our heart beat

Beats off key and still ring free
As it meshes with loved ones
And hurt ones
And souls
Searching for a meaning

And for a meal
To bring to their families and feel
Accomplishment

Take them this song on a platter and say
Hey
This is yours
Envision it as you wish as you hope as you dream
Of things unknown
Unheard of
Like the feeling of hunger as your insides cry out
"Where is the music?!"

Why hasn't it found us
And graced us
And placed us
Where we need to grow

This foundation
The place where cracks are about
They sneak in and tear out
And rip up
You see doubt coursing and waving
It's pride in your face
Only to replace and re-taste
Fear and crucifixion

This is rhythm
The breaths taken to stay alive
The sweat wasted to strive
For the unknown
For the renowned
To be known

The tone
This sound
This chase
Acceptance in the face
Of adversity of democracy
Of the sea
Millions of blank faces
Only so many blank pages
And still you hear
The still out there
And in here
Where is the sound

There is a beat but no steady beat
Of love
There is a sound but no steady sound
Of trust

Where is the compassion
Dreamt up revelations
Of fear yet desire
But scheme and conspire
"My intentions are great I assure you"
But good they are not
I deplore you

Explore you
And see what you hear
Listen
Become you
Lend me your ears
And your hands
That bring hate
Your mouths that cause tears
Your attitudes
Sporadic youth
All you hold dear
And listen
What do you hear
Let it be yours
This is rhythm

Description
The movement of tiny feet running
Like little drums drumming
A sound that's
In sync, off beat

Touch me
Make me feel the rhythm and believe
That these sounds aren't just sounds

They're all around
Coursing through our veins
They feel our pain
Our blood
Our heart beat

Beats off key and still ring free
As it meshes with loved ones
And hurt ones
And souls
Searching for a meaning

And for a meal
To bring to their families and feel
Accomplishment

Take them this song on a platter and say
Hey
This is yours
Envision it as you wish as you hope as you dream
Of things unknown
Unheard of
Like the feeling of hunger as your insides cry out
"Where is the music?!"

Why hasn't it found us
And graced us
And placed us
Where we need to grow

This foundation
The place where cracks are about
They sneak in and tear out
And rip up
You see doubt coursing and waving
It's pride in your face
Only to replace and re-taste
Fear and crucifixion

This is rhythm
The breaths taken to stay alive
The sweat wasted to strive
For the unknown
For the renowned
To be known

The tone
This sound
This chase
Acceptance in the face
Of adversity of democracy
Of the sea
Millions of blank faces
Only so many blank pages
And still you hear
The still out there
And in here
Where is the sound

There is a beat but no steady beat
Of love
There is a sound but no steady sound
Of trust

Where is the compassion
Dreamt up revelations
Of fear yet desire
But scheme and conspire
"My intentions are great I assure you"
But good they are not
I deplore you

Explore you
And see what you hear
Listen
Become you
Lend me your ears
And your hands
That bring hate
Your mouths that cause tears
Your attitudes
Sporadic youth
All you hold dear
And listen
What do you hear
Let it be yours
This is rhythm