I look at the music, look down and see,
The black and white keys under me.
A beautiful song is my escape,
It's almost as warm as a tight embrace.
The music is me, my soul, my cries,
It reaches up and touches the sky.
A single tear falls down my cheek,
It shows my feelings, I don't have to speak.
The beautiful keys play the lullaby so sweet,
They wrap around me, forever they keep.
A beautiful melody, a beautiful sound,
Is all I need to dry my tears and calm down.
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