In the realm where rhythm resides,

Lies a cure that gently guides.

With each beat of the bass drum’s might,

Healing whispers in the night.

From the depths, vibrations arise,

Echoing within our soul’s disguise.

Like a gentle pulse, they start to dance,

Unlocking wounds with a loving trance.

The bass drums throb, a steady flow,

Healing melodies begin to grow.

They resonate with tender grace,

Easing pain as they embrace.

From the chaos, peace ascends,

As the bass drum’s rhythm mends.

It drums away the heavy weight,

Releasing burdens, sealing fate.

With every note, a healing touch,

Transforming sorrows into much.

The bass drums heal, their power profound,

Melting walls, breaking barriers down.

In the cadence, hearts find solace,

As the bass drums offer solstice.

They echo love, they echo peace,

Guiding souls towards sweet release.

So let the bass drums play their song,

And let their healing power belong.

For in their beats, we find our way,

Towards a brighter, renewed today.