written by: Barry Yule
A universe away from the packed houses of eager followers
The half-empty room sits quiet in expectation.
He wears an old t-shirt, faded jeans and his heart on his sleeve.
The re-telling of memories wrapped in melodies.
In return the congregation shares their appreciation
Gentle applause ripples through the room.
A nervous glance from the stage manifests a smile
As the story behind the pain unfolds.
To sing someone else’s story does not cross his mind
This is his journey, his pain, his time.
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