Friday nights alone left to four walls and silence. Heavy breathing and tear stained cheeks. Not a soul around but whats left of my own. Music rings through an old radio that has seen better days. Song after song singing about lost loves. The room blurry from the tears that still fall as a certain song hits the silent walls. It's as if they know the pain that I have felt. The song speaks words the I only dream of speaking one day.
Tickets are bought for a show near by, new hopes and dreams are formed. The room with four walls fills with song of struggle and strength, hopes, and dreams. Something to look forward to.