Ear breaker, as what as they called it.

Every strike, every kick, every, sound that creeks.

Hands that holds each sticks,

Anger, blaring, roaring it gives. 

 

Harmonious and a melodic piece.

How ironic it is to give me comfort and peace.

A lullaby that sung me to sleep.

A taste of life that is soft and sweet. 

 

A noise for some,

but a diary for my bitter-sweet run.

Every strike, every kick, every sound that roam 

Ravish my soul and nurture the things that mourn.

 

Drum that hurts their ears, 

A drum that unleash my fears.

Drum that makes them deaf,

A drum that listens, for it i live.