distant drums
in a dream I walk an endless path
through a barren land
I reach out to pick a dying rose
with a trembling hand
and in the distance I hear
drums of passion, drums of peace
on and on they will never cease
drums of fire, drums of rain
distant drums beating in my brain
Shacow sweeps across an open plain
where once rolled ancient seas
I look up to watch an eagle soar
on a thermal stream
and in the distance I hear
drums of passion, drums of peace
on and on they will never cease
drums of comfort, drums of pain
distant drums beating in my brain
August, 1989