Intro (Spoken / Ancestral Tone)
Listen…
Before the lights, before the sound…
There was a drum.
Verse 1 (Story Begins)
Before the road had names to call
Before the city rise and fall
Grandma sat by firelight
Telling stories through the night
Bare feet dancing on the sand
Moonlight guiding every hand
Every step we used to take
Left a mark we can’t erase
Pre-Chorus
When the elders start to speak
Silence fall, the air get thick
Every word carry a flame
Calling us to know our name
Chorus (Emotional / Proud)
There are stories in the drum
Every beat say where we’re from
When it calls, we all become
Children of the rising sun
There are stories in the drum
From the old days till now
If we listen close enough
We remember who we are
Verse 2 (Journey & Heritage)
From the river to the land
Work-worn palms, open hands
Farming hope inside the soil
Sweat and song mixed with toil
Masks that dance, spirits pass
Echoes of the ancient past
Not a myth, not a lie
It’s our truth we testify
Bridge (Cultural Call / Poetic)
If the drum forgets its sound
Will the children find their ground?
If we drop what made us whole
Who will guard the people’s soul?
Verse 3 (Modern Times)
Now the roads are paved with light
Phones replace the stars at night
Still the drum beat in our chest
Even when we roam the west
New world calling, fast and wide
But our roots still hold us tight
Different shoes, same heartbeat
Culture move with dancing feet
Final Chorus (Bigger / United)
There are stories in the drum
Every beat say where we’re from
Through the future, through the storm
We carry home where we roam
There are stories in the drum
Hear it now, pass it on
From the elders to the young
The story never done
Outro (Soft / Ancestral)
Listen…
The drum is still talking.
(Iféco for the culture 🧫)