Saturday, August 16, 2025

004

 Prologue


This is where it begins — not with a chorus, nor with a melody, but with a silence that asks to be heard. Every lyric I’ve written holds more than words. They are echoes of something lived, glimpses of truths carefully veiled, and emotions too elusive to speak plainly. This book is not just a companion to the music — it is the hidden architecture behind every song. A collection of fragments, each pointing toward something deeper. What you’re about to read are the stories behind the verses. The ones I couldn’t fully tell in song alone. The meanings obscured, the questions left unanswered, the shadows between the lines.


Some things were never meant to be obvious.
But now, I invite you to read closely.

Because the truth is always there.

If you’re willing to look.




John Will

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