We are the heartbeat,

We are the heartbeat,

The drivers of our fate.

The movers who shake

The world’s foundations,

And stand at future’s gate.

We are the life blood,

You pour into the earth.

The givers to the takers

Who never know our worth.

We are the children,

The ears of golden corn.

The harvest lost in reaping

Who never know they’re born.

We are the heartbeat,

The rhythm and the rhyme.

The singers of the song

That shivers down your spine.

We are the blood of life,

The stain on your clean hands.

The bundle in the rubble,

That sinks beneath the sand.

You build your house

Upon us,

And walk its golden halls,

Have servants at your feet

Who answer all your calls.

But please remember,

For all is well and good

It is we

Who are the life blood,

The golden corn,

The blood of life,

The bundle in the street.

The heartbeat.