Just another singer/songwriter,
you’ve heard them before.
But the thing about strumming your own little tune
is the job of telling the people the truth.

Others might sing and others might strum,
but the sight you have seen as you walked this world
rests on you as a personal sooth.

The stories you see belong to the world,
but without your voice they might go untold.
That’s the job of the singer/songwriter,
just one in a field that reaches far back,
to catch the tears and the smiles
of the ones with whom they interact,

ones who disappear between history’s broad strokes,
except for the moment you saw and you spoke.
For as it was said, by many before,
a song it goes on in the heart and the mind,
far longer than ever a sermon by rote.