Tell Your World

The piano will play, A sad lullaby. Inside I will stay, And I cannot move. All these years, Have gone by with their stares. I can't stop thinking about them. They cannot leave me alone either. My hands touch the cold keys, Push them down, tell of the leaves, That dance in the wind, Then wait for another breeze. Tell of a magical world, Where everything is huge and bold. Tell of the princess and the old Fairytales and Fables. Tell of a thunderstorm, Raging in summer when warm. Tell how the lightning crashes in the sky, And it once will touch the ground. Tell of a artist, painting the best, Maybe better than all the rest. Tell and describe every stroke That artist will make on the board. Tell of yourself, wether good or bad, Tell of something happy or sad. Tell of everything you love about yourself, Forget all those other put-downs. Write it down on paper, Then play a whole song, In my huge world, Nothing will go wrong.