a drum sounds
the drum of life
the first sign
it's coming
they gather
anticipating
they want to be a part of it
they are a part of it
they wonder at it
how could it be
why could it be
within a rhythm
their lives brought to a speck
a speck of glory
a sigh of longing
what does it herald
only just a multitude
and we wonder
how could we be a part of this?
why are we a part of this?