Beat Of The Drum

Beat Of The Drum

© 2002 by Bud Lemire

Beat the drum in rhythm, beat the drum slow

The sound of the drummer, wherever you go

A soul so pure and heartfelt, plays the Native American drum

But it's Southern England, where her origin is from

Her Mum died of cancer, at such an early age

And she's been through a lot, to have now reached this stage

She takes care of her Dad, and her job is to care

She spreads all her love, with the friends that she shares

Her gentleness and kindness, are felt by all those around

She's got her feet down to Earth, wherever she is found

She treats everyone equal, with love in her ways

I have felt this, and I've known her many days

She's very Spiritual, for I've felt it so much

And greets people in her room, with her loving touch

Her loving spirit are felt by many, who enter her room

As the drum and her heartbeat, go boom boom boom

She's a special person, I am happy to know

Like the flower in the light, she's learning to grow

And the love that she shares, is the love from her heart

If you've felt her presence, then you've taken part

In the Pal Talk chat room, she was called Flowerlight.

I'd go to her room often because many spiritual people

were there. She's be playing her drums, and she always

welcomed me to her room.