
From the depths of a town as renown as this one came 5 young lads, 2 guitars, a bass, and a drum. In their houses they would sit and ponder their thoughts, these thoughts were then writ on a scroll and locked in a box only to be read on the weekends with dear old pops. But little did they know that these scrolls were much more than just words in a box, in fact, they were songs to be sung with the vox. Songs about hope and humility and prayers untold... songs about life and struggles began to unfold... these songs, like a seed, began to surface and grow to become what we know as... to become, well, the birth of what is now Widdlesworth.
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