The Solitary Drummer

Nevermind what the outside says to you just listen to your heart My words speak to the part that sees the truth & has known it from the start Let lies rest in the dirt where they lay the dead to be covered by sands of time My words are food for the starving soul so please consume these healthy rhymes Bury my thoughts within your mind & wait for the day your soul exhumes The hourglass is never empty despite the absence of sand, at the end of day we run on fumes Follow the tune of the one that beats his drum while surrounded by holy bands His fire is hotter than the sun at noon in the midst of summer but he's cooler than ceiling fans