The Singer

I always had the voice, and now I am a singer

The audience grows silent when I open up my mouth

I sing the words I've written every night before a crowd

As if I were a poet or some legendary mind

They wonder what I'm doing up there on the stage

They stare at my posture and say I speak so well

I sing about my loneliness and in return they thank me

I had never meant to be a singer, but I'm slowly getting used to the idea

I am a part of this whole movement that people come to see

They drive for seven hours from all across the country

We raise our voices in unison at the end of the show

People break into tears for reasons I don't know

They just try to understand me, and I sing to be loved