When the drums sing like this it’s like being found.
When the drums sing like this it’s like you can show the world your heartbeat,
And you can see theirs;
And all of our differences don’t matter.
We are the stars,
We are the drum skin,
We are the soil we stomp upon in praise.
In praise of who we are,
In praise of who we can be,
In praise of the journey in between.
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