I hear its sound, reveal the beat
Replete with tremors - feel the beat.
The marching cadence into war -
The pulsing drums that peal the beat.
Two hearts apart that lived as one
Are now but half - death steals the beat.
The lonely tears in empty rooms
Where nothing can conceal the beat.
Now every heart that war inters,
Will pray for God to heal the beat.
October 9, 2013 for Debbies Contest