Page 41 of No More Love Songs

Let her truth be seen.

When the twister touches ground

Her soul unravels at the seams

Lighting flashes all around

It brings to light her wildest dreams.

Even when the wind is blowing softly

Singing a sweet lullaby

You can always see her storm brewing

When you look her in the eye.

So, just let the storm unfold.

Watch the rain wash her clean

Hear her story told

Let her truth be seen.

Hear her story told.

Let her truth be seen.

“I like this.” Evenmore when I read it the second time. “What kind of a sound are you thinking? Please say something with a gritty, rock ballad twist.” Because that’s totally what I’m hearing when I read through the chorus again.

“Kinda like this?” Next thing I know, she’s strumming those chords, belting out a raspy verse.

I’m clapping with such enthusiasm, I nearly drop my guitar. “Hell, yeah. That’s what I’m talking about!” I let out a whistle to top it off. “Damn, woman. Where did that just come from?”

She shrugs, smirking and obviously pleased with having caught me by surprise. “It’s my secret sound. The one I forcefully tame every time I step on stage because my label told me way back when it wasn’t soft and feminine enough to please a country audience.” Her mouth twitches, like the words still leave a bitter taste in her mouth. “Back then I cared more about the words I wanted to sing than how I sang them, you know? And I think I always thought I’d get to evolve as an artist. Then my love songs took off and I was dubbed the queen of country love and suddenly, there was no escaping the cage I built myself.”

“But you’re gonna bust out now.” I know she is. I can tell by the fierce look flaring in her eyes. No one is stopping her this time.

“I’m gonna leave that fucker in pieces. No one is getting caught in it ever again.”

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