You got to start somewhere
And the internet is a lie
You feel brave posting songs
That no one will ever hear
You are not an influencer
You are not even here

You got to  start somewhere
Start in an empty church
At the lofts wooden rail
Sing until it hurts.
The cries no one ever hears
Plaintive sigh break still silence
Echo on white walls, off melted glass

The prayer reverberates in rafters
To the bell Revere resounding
In the dusty steeple high 
The building takes your voice 
Holds it in the aloft in the air.

One day you’ll sing for them
Gathered below 
A sacred offering
A gift to bestow.
Holy words in an ancient language
It seems somehow so familiar
Stirs something inside

But you got to start somewhere 
Don’t y’ know?