I hear some distant drumbeat

A heartbeat pulsing low

It is coming from within

A heartbeat I don't know

A troubled heart knows no peace

A dark and poisoned pool

Of liberty now lost

A pawn an opressor's tool



Oh my heart must be strong

And guide when eyes grow dim

When ears grow deaf with empty words

When I know there's life within



A gunfire shatters silence

Where birds once sweetly sang

A mother cradles a child now dead

Now death where life began



From the troubled heart of South Africa

Nicaragua's festering sore

The turmoil on the streets of China

Death crying out for more



A change is slow in coming

My eyes can scarcely see

The rays of hope come streaming

Through the smoke of apathy



Oh my heart must be strong

And guide when eyes grow dim

When ears grow deaf with empty words

When I know there's life within



May the spirit never die

Though a troubled heart feels pain

When this long winter is over

It will blossom once again.