Ah, such a piano never seen before, amazing piece of machine,
Look at it's body, so fresh, so clean. What else will give you this pride?
Something you have never felt inside, as you play the keys and learn,
A little thing bout yourself and how your turn is something to hold close,
And all those little things you do...no one knows and it will stay that way,
Time to learn "chopsticks" today. My process has already begun,
One key, two key, where does this come from? Three key, music to ears,
Dreams among peers, recidals cause fears. But I'm ready, practiced daily,
You walk confident even though you're a bit dizzy. Sit down and play,
Listening to the music and people takes you away. Then, flat note, oh no,
Everyone cringes and you no longer have hope. As you walk off, people clap,
You feel horrible, you shake at your kneecaps. Judges score you last,
But your mom tells you to keep at it, this competition is all in the past.
But you are depressed and feel like an outcast, then your dad tells you,
You lost, if you want to give up I won't blame you. But you won't do it,
No matter the pain, you will go through it. So this piano taught you one thing,
That you may lose hair and height, but wisdom only comes with aging.
That was a long time ago for me, but the lession is something I won't forget,
Partner next to me as we continue our duet. First place again, such a wonderful day,
Amazed at the joy I feel, I wander away. I look at my music I've written and yet,
I feel like there is something I might forget. Oh well, I go and write more,
I look out and feel my spirit leap out and soar. Looking back, I loved my life,
But I did a lot of things I knew was wrong, wish I could reverse fights.
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But then my beat suddenly slowed down...these keys spoke more to me
As though I could now finally see realistic reflection in the polished wood
An image that used to be misunderstood, I got to see behind the disguise
Into my own invisible greyish eyes I viewed all the mistakes I have made
All fun and games as that masquerade to hide a true identity, the real me
The sounds spoke: "not conceal thee!". And I chose to listen to the voice
That led me to this inevitable choice, to get back on the path I belong on
And no longer be so tempted by Satan's Spawn but follow the Lord's road
With Him I've found my final, safe abode where I've got that peace of mind
Sending those notes to mankind to let them know I'm back to who I was
But my fingers are in need of a pause so I sit back, relax and be at ease
Before I prepare myself for the last reprise to show what I am able to do
To tell story of what I have been through, prove that I am a changed man
A little example of what faith can change in a life if you only believe in it
If you aren't afraid to admit that at times you too have been in the wrong
This is why I play my sad song and let these black and white keys talk.