Piano by the Window

A breeze blows the flag around
on a warm afternoon
I’m sitting here beside myself
sunlight in the room

I sit down and begin to pray
with pen in hand outloud
I begin to play the keys
and my tears make the sound

We all want to believe in ourselves
What is there to believe
If we try to think that
We hold all of the keys

Sitting on a bench
inside a sunny day
Playing all my memories

Sunshine mixed in between
The rain in black and white
Suddenly I found myself beside

A piano by the window

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