Do you ever try and try to get some special person to notice you, and when they finally do, you feel as if you’ve been pulled up out of quicksand and set down safely on solid ground?
You want to throw back your head and sing that person’s praises. You want others to hear about this golden guy or girl. You want to write a love song and sing it loud and sing it strong.
And you hope against hope that they — the singular “they” — will always and forever be a part of your life, that they’ll always be there to share your care, comfort, love and inspiration.
But other people are digging for that gold, too, and some will do anything — lie, cheat, steal — to take it away from you. Your only shot is to keep singing, even if it becomes the blues.