Warrior's Sticks

When dark waves swell to crash
The warrior's sticks rise in a flash
With a wall of sound he cancels out
All his demons who thrash and shout
Upon the door of his own heart
It's pounding sanctuary a part
Of the music that cancels it all
Crashing it down with a great fall
Upon cymbals, bass drums and snare
Evil finds no mercy there
Even on a simple practice pad
A warrior with hope is clad
And there when battle is done
The day will find him moving on