Roy Dawson isn’t just another singer-songwriter—he’s cut from the cloth of rock legends. The kind of cloth that smells like bar smoke, sweat, and American grit. The kind of cloth soaked in heartache, highway miles, and hand-written lyrics on paper napkins—torn and stuffed in back pockets after a long set at a dive bar somewhere between nowh… Read More

There is a man named Roy Dawson.He walks quiet. Talks less. But now? Now everyone’s talking about him.They should’ve left him alone. Let him have the girl. Let him keep his money. His house. His truck. Simple things. A man’s things. But people don’t like a man who stands tall and keeps to himself. They want to tear him down. Try on shoes th… Read More

"The Healing Waters: Faith, Medicine, and the Quiet Power of Prayer"It’s a strange thing, the way the body and the spirit sometimes intertwine when you’re facing something that takes hold of you like a shadow. And here, in this moment, where a man speaks of healing through divine power and a simple prayer to bless a cup of water, there’s some… Read More

The Wrath of Exposure: A Reflection on Lies and Their ConsequencesThey come, those who twist the truth into something unrecognizable, something dangerous. I know them well—those who manipulate the light, twist the heart, and wear masks of lies like armor. But no matter how well they disguise their treachery, the truth has a way of clawing its way… Read More