Him for a while.

And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes, driving up faith with his fingers, singing my life with his words, killing me softly with his song, killing me softly, With this song telling my whole life.

With his words giving me something.

With this song.

I felt all blushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd up.

I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.

I prayed that he would finish