Sixty faces in the crowd, most I’ve never met
To hear my personal story, I broke out in a cold sweat.
My hands quaked, my legs shook
As across the crowded room I threw a look.
The music started, soft at first
And gave me courage to tell the story I had rehearsed.
I spoke strong and loud and let everyone know
What I went through when I was feeling low.
At the end, I looked back at the crowd and somehow
Those sixty faces I didn’t know no longer felt like strangers now.