Move to the rhythm
and I see
Why this feeling is rising in me
Whisper to me and I hear
the reason why, some nights,
you shed tears
But, in my arms
you will find
The things I'll do
to ease your mind
So take my hand
and come my way
and come my way
For the rhythm is calling you to play
T.C
Iam Tim Clark All Rights reserved c. 2017
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