The Little Drummer Boy
The little drummer boy....
He played this beat for you!?
But you could not hear
Still, he kept rapping upon that drum ~
Even as the salty tears they did flow
Standing all alone?
While the Heavens rains, began to pour....
Yet, still, he played ~
With somber upon his face
As the world about him
Continued to fade away?!
Drumsticks made of flames....
And Angels, that often sang
The tunes of tomorrows, beginnings ~
Amid, todays, shades!?
He played and he played and he played
But no one wished to dance
Because no one could hear or, see
Nor, did they ever understand....
Standing all alone?
They laughed while he stood
Watching, the mountains melting into the sea
The stars, waving their forever goodbyes
To the shadows, upon the rise....
Beating his drum, to these end of days?!
Creation unknowing bathed, amid their moment
Frolicking within the merriments
Beneath this blinking Sun ~
Living, but dying....
Holding tightly these, evaporating dreams!?
But still, he played; rap tap tap
As the end of tears; rain would fall
Yet, again, they could not see nor, did they hear
So, how could they have ever known?!
Though some did; oh, how they loved him so....
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....The little drummer boy ~
Note: Smile ~ Just another repo; Winter 06' & 07'....
"Pride In The Name of Love," by U2 ~ "Love," John!:) ~
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