Beat of the drums roar,
Lions screaming for me to leave.
Out of the territory, land of time,
And freedom is all that lies.
Pride of the tribe,
You’re the only one that counts.
Sticks flying, strike of the noise,
Ringing in all ears.
Broken drums, shattered dreams,
The call of the animal scares me.
Sleeping under the mane,
Keeping away from harm.
Clanging racket of playing,
Smashing a tune, no right or wrong.
Being myself, expressing who I am
Through bashing a melody.
Ground shaking beneath me,
Waking me up, again.
