Don’t listen to the words of man
listen to the song he sings
above his head, from in his heart
listen to the gentle breeze
thump..
thump…
sunlight drifts between the leaves
dappled rays of golden light
darkness comes a shivering wind
leaving mans soul a wandering blight
thump…
Listen above the rising din
above the static charge
listen above the rumbling thunder
above the river run red with blood
dancing there among the stars
A song so sweet that heaven bends
its ear toward the earth
to hear the beating in his ribs
the muscle of his heart
thump…
thump..
thump..
Its constant as chaos rises
when chaos dances without a cause
thump, thump, thump it goes
nary a second in a pause
In that beat is the truth
far truer than any creed or belief
that life is better yet lived
free from bitter grief
Man has the answer cast in flesh
the air within his lungs
his soul cast into his mortal frame
truer now than when life begun
Don’t listen to the words of man
listen only to the song he sings
deep inside the cage of bone
this constant steady thing
thump….
thump…
thump….
…
hear that?
its life
Its truth…