I can hear the drums in my sleep I know that they are real They are calling me to a strange place that seems so familiar When I wake, they are gone and I wish to hear them again
The rhythm is in tune with my Soul The drums of a Kingdom come A place that I know for certain I am from I call it "home" As I write this, I'm not even thinking about a poem
Just calling out to my brothers and sisters who are coming with me They'll know because they hear the drums too The spiritual warriors are being called with
a shout, a chant, and a rumble
Let these words awaken your eyes Let the Spirit pierce your Soul.
One Spirit bears witness to itself Ancient secrets to be revealed Power given to few who have been tested