The Little Drummer Boy: Judgment Begins In Heaven

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 began to flow Standing all alone As the Heavens rains began to pour Yet still, he played With somber upon his face While 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 wanted 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 While humanity bathed, within its moment Frolicking within the merriments Underneath the blinking sun! Living, but dying.... Within these evaporating dreams But still, he played, rap tap tap As the end of tears, continued to 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.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Little Drummer Boy!