Not a Crisis

I Was There is a song of witness.

Not witness for an audience.
 Not witness for validation.
 Witness for truth.

This song exists because so much was endured without acknowledgment, without protection, without anyone stepping in. It does not recount events. It does not explain what happened. It simply states what cannot be erased:

Someone lived through this.

I Was There holds the quiet, unarguable fact of presence—being in your own body through fear, pain, abandonment, and aftermath. It refuses minimization. It refuses rewriting. It does not soften the reality to make it easier for others to hear.

The sound is steady and restrained, allowing the words to stand without spectacle. There is no demand for belief, forgiveness, or resolution. The power of the song lives in its simplicity.

This track is about self-witness when no one else would do it.
 About staying present when disappearing would have been easier.
 About naming existence where silence was enforced.

I Was There is not a request.
It is not a plea.

It is a record.
 A line drawn in truth.
 A declaration that survival counts—whether or not anyone else was watching.