When you are alone . . .
Click below to play one of my earliest songs, and a favorite of mine. I wrote it after getting a telephone call from a prisoner in a federal prison’s psych ward. He claimed he had no clothes, no bed, no toilet and no eating utensils. He also said he thought he saw an angel the night before he was let out of his solitary confinement. That story led me to write this song.
When You Are Alone 
