Drum Beat

I heard a drum beat in my soul, beckoning me to your door. Then I heard a drum beat in head my head, beckoning me to your bed. There is no need to cross that line, or spend my days too confined. But I a lowly travel too now looks at life from a different view I've changed my thoughts given up my chance, to hold you one more time again. To brush your hair or rub your back, I loved you once but I can't go back. To yesteryear good times and cheer, I've turned the page for one more day. If I hear the beat straight to your door, I'll withhold my lust to explore. The depth in my heart beating to then fro, from the desire to return but I'll go no more. I loved you many times before, but today I'll have to shut the door. Then move my thoughts in a new direction, to freshen my spirit from your direction.