I can't know who your words are for,

but we all hear them

no need for more.

This is a space where hearts appear,

and light, when real, shines without fear.

Some touch deeper, yes, it's true,

a single word may echo through.

Sadness sometimes sings its song,

but your voice brings hope along.

You have a heart that speaks in sound,

each of your songs opens sacred ground.

Original, layered, full of light,

I replay them deep into the night.

You're here

and that's alright.

In our songs, wounds softly heal,

a tender tune is arms we feel.

Not just sorrow lives in verse,

but praise and fire the lines immerse.

Write the fire still lives in you,

even when the winds blow through.

If you sing for others, that’s okay,

but know your song has reached my way.

Your heart is vast, and your song survives,

it speaks more than words in many lives.

Thank you for being here with us,

your voice is the bridge

connecting all of us.

You have a heart that speaks in sound,

each of your songs opens sacred ground.

Original, layered, full of light,

I replay them deep into the night.

You're here

and that's alright.