Shall I play for him pah rum a pum pum
I remember the cold dark night
I lay on the floor upon my bum
Wondering how one could be so right
Did Mary know her sons fate

I remember identifying with the lil drummer boy
Homeless, poor and giving from his heart
Never knowing that I would be that boy
Who would say I could be that smart

I wonder if in that delivery room
Sounds be heard of the drum
When another light pushes out from the womb
But Matthew Shepard would be counted as one

Martyrs for societies thoughts
Should they live…should they die
Each martyrs death points to another dot
We say we fight for freedom but that’s a lie

David Rice would be counted as another
Born right here in Oklahoma City
A cry would be heard from his mother
As the Trade Center fell in New York city

I wonder if society will have a chance
To prove that life can mean something
Or is all of life some mystical dance
If only in our hearts our soul could sing

Shall I play for him pah rump a pum pum

04/10/2004

Posted on 01/18/2005
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