We will learn our own truth.
When the hour is here
We will know.
When we hear the mystical drummer
Beating in the distant hills
We know that the time is right.
The age of time slowly moves on
Down through the history of mankind
As each hour approaches we suddenly know
That the time is right.
We listen to the music of our souls
We know the melody it plays
The sudden change, the fleeting glimpse
We know the time is right
Listen to your heart and know
That to everyone a season sows
When we listen to that still small voice
We know that the time is right.
By Pamela Du-Valle

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