A drum with red flow
O, red drum my hold on life
Pump with compassion my oxygen, and love
My dear spine
The leader of the drumming line
My star that makes life shine
You work as one with the temple of my body
It takes time and tolerance for the temple to make a blood pact
For you are the main components
Proudly beating away
The root that sprouts the tree into a tree
The motor on my bike
Supports like a flag pole
Steady as a steel line
Where would I be?
Without this drum inside of me
My beloved source of life
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