The first song I ever drummed to
Was also, unfortunately,
The last song I ever drummed to.
But I'll never forget the way
The drumsticks fitted into my palms
And the rhythm just seemed to flow;
It all seemed so natural
The way my hands hit the drum and
My leg slammed the pedal,
All that anger channelled into a
Beautiful beat.
To that magical instrument I not yet have,
Fear not for we will one day reunite.
I will play you with
The beat of my heart,
Let the music flow and
Emotion part.
Thank you for returning
My right of expression.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 2:53 AM UTC
The first song I ever drummed to
Was also, unfortunately,
The last song I ever drummed to.
But I'll never forget the way
The drumsticks fitted into my palms
And the rhythm just seemed to flow;
It all seemed so natural
The way my hands hit the drum and
My leg slammed the pedal,
All that anger channelled into a
Beautiful beat.
To that magical instrument I not yet have,
Fear not for we will one day reunite.
I will play you with
The beat of my heart,
Let the music flow and
Emotion part.
Thank you for returning
My right of expression.
