BACK OF CHAPEL

Funny thing about the back row You hear everything I came in carrying cables And somebody else's case Nobody asked my story Nobody knew my face The room smelled like warm circuits Old coffee and rain Somebody tuned a guitar Somebody cursed my name I didn't take it personal I was busy learning walls Learning which lights stayed on And which ones liked to fall I learned who talked in circles I learned who hid their fear I learned that every chapel Has ghosts that volunteer I stood where the shadows lived I stood where the speakers bled I watched every bright idea Walk in half-dead Back of chapel Back of the room Watching the wires Learn how to bloom Back of chapel Nobody knew I was already becoming Someone they would listen to I remember every hallway Every cigarette outside Every promise of forever Every beautiful bad lie I remember all the laughter When the power disappeared I remember every silence That sounded like a prayer Nobody saw me counting Every switch and every scar Nobody saw me listening To who people really are You can hide behind performance You can hide behind belief But old buildings tell the truth Through the way they choose to breathe I stood where the shadows lived I stood where the speakers bled I watched every bright idea Walk in half-dead Back of chapel Back of the room Watching the wires Learn how to bloom Back of chapel Nobody knew I was already becoming Someone they would listen to I wasn't waiting for a crown I wasn't waiting for a stage I was learning how a room changes When someone finally speaks I think I knew Even then Maybe every story starts Where nobody is looking Maybe every fire starts With one quiet hand Maybe every voice begins In the back of chapel Back of chapel Back of the room Watching the wires Learn how to bloom Back of chapel Nobody knew I was already becoming Someone they would listen to I can still smell the rain