I helped my friend move and in the corner of the basement sat this little drum set. I asked do you want me to move it. He just stood there with a tear in his eye and said, no

In the corner, a drum set waits, At five years, it called his name, Echoes of laughter, now just fate, In this dark room, it ain't the same.

Fingers tapping on worn-out skin, Memories fade with every beat, Noisy dreams where shadows spin, Haunting rhythms, bitter and sweet.

Walls whisper secrets of the night, A child’s joy is lost in gloom, Each loud crash, a fading light, His heavy heart, this empty room.

remembers the days of play, the world felt bright and bold, But that laughter slipped away, Just a lonely soul growing old.

He plays on, through his strife, This rusty set, his only friend, Lost in blues, he beats for life, He leaves it there in the end