The Beat Knows My Name

My body is twitching,
I can’t seem to stop,
Whether Rock-in-roll,
Disco, Latin or Pop.

I sway to the music,
The beat never sleeps,
At times makes me happy,
At times makes me weep.

It’s a God-given rhythm,
That dwells deep inside,
It fills me with passion,
It fills me with pride.

Whether slow-dance or bee-bop,
It all feels the same,
I dance to the rhythm,
The beat knows my name.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul