Beat Your Drum

© 2000 Words and Music By Eddie Denise

it’s just a bad dream

this ain’t the way it was supposed to be

you left way too soon

through no fault of your own

like a breath of air – you were gone

some day I’ll follow, I will come

and find you when you beat your drum

sometimes I feel you near

a sudden breeze and I can almost hear

the rhythm of your soul

and the memories are clear

I talk to you like you were still here

and your reply is a silent one

yet my heart still hears your drum

pulsing, feeling, as long as I’m breathing

in my soul you will be living

you must know my heart you’ve got and

you will never be forgotten

I may be left behind

but you know I’ll be there in time

‘til then your memory is strong

time is never too long

and when I’m done here I’ll come along

see your smile and know that I belong

beside you when you beat your drum

I’ll remember

I will be there

beat your drum