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.