What if me writing a song wasn’t about me. What if it was about you.
It seems strange to say this, because of course the song is about me. It’s my song. I was moved to write it about something I care about.
But what if, once I wrote it, it wasn’t about me anymore. What if now that I finished it, it became about you. It helped you understand something, it changed you, it healed you, it helped you. Maybe “my” song set you free, or made you cry, or had you pick up the phone and call a friend. Maybe it helped you deal with what you are going through. Maybe it gave you a little more strength, a little more faith. Maybe it helped you feel understood.
The song’s no longer mine, really. It’s yours.