The Piano and I
I sat down on the bench and moved closer to the keys
I extended my arms, this is the best part, it seems
I closed my eyes and started to play
The song, the one thing getting me through the day
Because my piano is what I love most
The music was loud, the music was me
Before I knew it, I had started to sing
All the lights were off and I was all by myself
But it was the song that so strongly I felt
This is why my piano is what I love most
Sometimes I feel like there is nowhere to run
That there is not much to do, because the song has already begun
Music is free expression, music is for everyone
But my piano is mine until the day that I die
My piano is what I love most
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