April in the Fall

April has always been a child without love.
 Her parents are in constantly arguing around the
 house and never have any time for her. When she
 is alone in her room she listens to the radio to focus
 her energy on something worthwhile. Her mother is a
 good spirit led astray by her father, but manages to
 buy April a small piano.
 That is where our story begins...
 April was never really that good for her
 So Mother and FAther would say, as they screamed out
 her name
 A Child they never touch, never talk to
 The instruction of their ways may leave nothing but pain
 They say the outside world will only hurt you
 They say the dreams of children die in you
 Still your mother noticed and heard your radio
 The only gift she gave was that piano
 So unbridled, she came unfurled
 And who makes her hold it in
 How overwhelming a song can be
 To drive her cold within
 She plays for hours
 She practices the day away
 It keeps the noise down
 From constant battles down the hall
 Only her fingers
 Captured in movements of the keys
 Could feel emotion
 From her distorted withdraw
 So unbridled, she comes unfurled
 And who makes her hold it in
 How overwhelming a song can be
 To drive her cold within
 And through the radio she hears her song
 So she learns it, she embraces it
 Her fingers tremble when she plays the notes
 But she feels it, and she knows it
 April needs someone for these feelings
 Piercing down through her head
 Only the darkness in her father
 Came flowing out instead
 As her fingers becan so simply
 The father gave his peace
 The bullet that killer her piano
 Was also her mother's release