All Too Day

The tribe unites along the way.
We rise to love, we live to play.
Today.
Now, at break of day, the circle forms; we start to pray.
The sacred smoke will show the way; the drums will always add their say.
Through storms and sunshine,
Come what may; the rhythm teaches us to play.
The spirits take us far away; just trust the beat and be okay.
Inscribed in ancient stone and clay,
The tribe remembers olden ways.
Forever in this dance we stay; one beat, one tribe.