Can we stop all the screaming and shouting aloud Of catch phrases and slogans and chants unthought out? So emotionally driven with no room for doubt But maybe we've got it all wrong In a place where the weakest of men have to shout And the pages of history are changed or torn out There's still more to this take than could ever be taught Or maybe we've got it all wrong I can hear it I still hear it The drum that beats and the march it is leading I can hear it Won't adhere to it now or ever, speak out Our task at hand seems somehow to be obvious to them But what comes after that is no surprise to us again It seems this repition has its way of seeping in Or maybe we've got it all wrong Just step foot in a classroom and see what is taught And the faces that hang with great pride from the walls With the others left waiting and groomed up and ready to fall And somehow you hold on to you cause I can hear it I still hear it The drum that beats and the march it is leading I can hear it Won't adhere to it now or ever I can hear it I still hear it The drum that beats and the march it is leading I can hear it Won't adhere to it now or ever, speak out There are times for silence And there are times for action But mostly there are times to listen And listen with some love There are wars that I can see and there are others that I can't There are battles I can win and victories that can't be had And all I ask is for your hand And all I ask is for your hand To turn this around I still hear it I can hear it The drum that beats and the march it is leading I can hear it Won't adhere to it now or ever Can you hear it? Can you hear it? The words of the province rejoinign the living I can hear it Leave to me to point out Forever speak out.
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