Life is but a vapor, and before we know it's done,And brilliant plants can melt beneath an unforgiving sun.When the flame consumes it all but ashes and debris,Hope can blaze from embers of a dream.Can you hear the beating of the drum?Lift your head, my child, your time will come.Like sand through your fingers, it can seem that all is lost,But a single grain of faith will hold like solid rock.Son, I pray you'll know when to let go and when to fight,And that God will guide you with his light.Can you hear the beating of the drum?Lift your head, my child, your time will come.When the dawns of sorrow bite, and failures talk like wolves at night,Rest in the Father's plan for your tomorrow.Can you hear the beating of the drum?Lift your head, my child, your time has come.Your time has come.