For the beautiful sound of a piano,
your fingers were ever so harsh.
How dare you make assumptions,
Of those who played on.
Your fingers were your tool,
the piano as your instrument.
Your soul ever so cruel,
for I was just a participant.
for you are long gone,
you counitnue to float in my river of tears.
for you have made your bed,
now please lie in it.
Written by ' AfrikanGoddess
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