Stories and Concerts

Pounding speakers, screaming fans It’s strange to think how this all began. A simple story about a an orphaned boy That conquered evil and changed my life. A children’s story I read so young, That stayed with me long after it was done. I am no longer afraid to be called a nerd, Now I have friends who embrace the word. The music dies and cheers erupt, Of this fandom that I have come to love. And as we all join in a giant group hug, Some screams ‘The weapon we have is love’. Pounding speakers, screaming fans It’s strange to think how this all began. A simple story about a an orphaned boy That conquered evil and changed my life. A children’s story I read so young, That stayed with me long after it was done. I am no longer afraid to be called a nerd, Now I have friends who embrace the word. The music dies and cheers erupt, Of this fandom that I have come to love. And as we all join in a giant group hug, Some screams ‘The weapon we have is love’