I was sitting at the piano stand,
cracking my hands, getting ready to play,
when a man walked in, no one knew who,
he was, because no one had seen him in a while.
He sat in a chair, his hair so blonde and long as could be,
my hand touched the piano key,
I realized it was my dad not that it was bad,
just why was he here, i can't bare to see his face.
I stopped playing,
I started saying,
How mad i am for his fame,
He walked out of the school in shame.
I wondered why he was famous and what for,
He left me and my brothers to be poor,
For some other.
I can never forgive him,
but i'll let him live on in his fame,
for i have nothing to shame.
For i knew he would not claim,
me as a daughter or friend.
I moved my hands from the keys on the piano,
for i have moved on to another Piano Stand.