Wednesday, June 3, 2009


Thrum, thrum is the dance of two lovers
thrum, thrum is the motion we make,
we wait in the blue of the moonlight
for this moment to melt into memory.

Thrum, thrum is the heartbeat within me
thrum, thrum as she tells me it’s true,
inside her a baby is growing
and we wonder what it will be.

Thrum, thrum is the sound of my calling
thrum, thrum is the sound that I hear,
it says to me all will be different,
fatherhood is what makes a man.

Thrum, thrum is the voice of the child
thrum, thrum is the ever sweet sound,
I listen and wait for the next beat
keeping count for the sake of it.

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