Heartbeat

You can tell the song of the girl too afraid to sing To the beat of her own drum from miles away Her song has no life You can hear the song of the suppressor Who makes that girl afraid to sing To her own heartbeat The suppressor’s song is sung loud And with authority To cover his own insecurities You can differentiate between followers and leaders too The followers sing an old familiar tune Together so their voices blend No one can hear individual voices There is safety in numbers The leader’s song breaks free A melody that soars so high That others look up to it Some don’t fall into any set category Their songs weave into everyone else’s Trying different tunes and octaves They belong nowhere and everywhere And don’t stay anywhere for long Others sing their song on a different frequency That few can hear and enjoy But who’s to say the song is good or bad When we don’t take the time To tune in and truly hear The songs of man and girl alike Flow and peak and weave Through melodies and harmony That never the earth will leave