All the sounds that surround us
All the noices that dumbfound us
The clatter and the clammer of the clutter in our lives.
Cars and streets make silent shatter
Idle minds fill up with idle chatter
If we fill our void that's all matters.
Why are the drums so silent?
Why can't we hear the rhythm?
What's wrong with you and I?
Why are the drums so silent?
Why can't we hear the rhythm from the heels of believers
Marching to the garden as they strive.
We've digitised the revelation
Does our rehearsed recitation
Go any deeper than our thrones.
Our call to prayer seems to raise up to the sky
Conferences and lectures, seminars for you and I.
The words that blow away with then a sheet that
Makes us cry.
Why are the drums so silent?
Why can't we hear the rhythm?
What's wrong with you and I?
Why are the drums so silent?
Why can't we hear the rhythm from the heels of believers
Marching to the garden as they strive.
And if we can just be brave enough to be each others meer.
We may finally recognise the face of conscience that we fear
And if we can take the time to mute the noise
We've built around ourselves
The rhythm of a heartbeat and the purpose may be clear.
If we beat the drums
(A whisper of peace)
Beat the drums
(Moving through the land)
Beat the drums!
If we beat the drums of hope and faith
We will all fall into rhythm
I have faith in you and I
If we beat the drums of hope and faith
Then we will feel the rhythm
From our footsteps and our striving marching to the
Garden as we thrive.
If we beat the drums of hope and faith
We will all fall into rhythm
I have faith in you and I
If we beat the drums of hope and faith
Then we will feel the rhythm
From our footsteps and our striving marching to the garden
As we die.