She held her breath as she waited for the music to begin. This song had come to mean so much to her. So much happiness, so much pain. It was love, it was friendship, it was crazy adventures. It was understanding. It was acceptance.
She knew its words like they were her mantra. The lyrics were tattooed on to her skin. She’d sung it at the top of her lungs, screaming out the chorus, arms slung about the shoulders of her besties, as the crowd swayed and chanted around her.
It was no longer just a song, it was an emotion, raw and powerful. It flooded her mind with images and flooded her heart with cherished memories.
As she sat there, holding the remote to her chest, leaning forward on her couch, her eyes fixed on the screen, tears already threatening to run down her cheeks, she whispered, “Here we go.”
The picture came up from black and music flooded her room…
Carry on my wayward son, there’ll be peace when you are done, lay your weary head to rest, don’t you cry no more.
© Amy Hutton 2019 The song lyrics Carry On Wayward Son is written by Kansas