My heart is beating like a deep base drum
It's times like this that I'm all thumbs
Clumsily tripping over my own two feet
As I feel my inner heart start to beat
Feeling the love that the group sends
Helping the broken hearts to mend
Feeling the cries of the public at hand
Helping them to truly understand 
That what they seek is not outside
But how to get to, for what their heart cries
Helping them to rise above the ego's commands
Showing them that together they can stand
And find the answers to the problems and begin
To discover there's none else besides him

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