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Dawud Wharnsby Ali - Why Are The Drums So Silent?
All the sounds that surround us,
All the noises that dumbfound us,
The clatter and the clammer of the clutter in our lives.
Cars and streets make silence shatter,
Idle minds fill up with idle chatter,
If we fill our void, that's all that matters.
Why are the drums so silent?
Why can't we hear the rhythm?
What's wrong with you and I?
Why are the drums so silent?
Why can't we hear the rhythm,
From the heels of believers,
Marching to the garden as they strive?
We digitise the revelation,
Does our rehearsed recitation,
Go any deeper than our throats?
Our calls to prayer seem to rise up to the sky,
Conferences and lectures, seminars for you and I,
The words that blow away with a nasheed that make us cry.
Yet....... Why are the drums so silent?
Why can't we hear the rhythm?
What's wrong with you and I?
Why are the drums so silent?
Why can't we hear the rhythm,
From the heels of believers,
Marching to the garden as they strive?
And if we could just be brave enough,
To be each other mere,
We may finally recognise,
The face of conscience that we fear.
And if we can take the time,
To mute the noise we've built around ourselves,
The rhythm of the heartbeat,
And the purpose may be clear.
If we beat the drum,
(Whisper of peace),
Beat the drum,
(Moving through the land)
Beat the drum.
If we beat the drum of hope and faith,
We will all fall into rhythm.
I have faith in you and I.
If we beat the drum of hope and faith,
Then we will feel the rhythm,
From our footsteps and our striving,
Marching to the garden as we try.
Marching to the garden as we die.
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