Life is but a vapor and before we know it's done Brilliant plans can melt beneath an unforgiving Sun When the flame consumes it all but ashes and debris Hope can blaze from embers of a dream
Can you hear, the beating of the drum Lift your head my child, your time will come
Like sand through your fingers it can seem that all is lost But a single grain of faith will hold like solid rock Son I pray you'll know when to let go and when to fight And that God will guide you with his light
Can you hear, the beating of the drum Lift your head my child, your time will come
When the dogs of sorrow bite and fail your stark like walls at night Rest in the fathers plans for your tomorrow
Can you hear, the beating of the drum Lift your head my child, your time has come Your time has come
