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