The piano and guitar
My keyboard types the words
Maybe it'll be heard
After I send it out
I hope a face lights up
Making it all worthwhile
I crave those smiles
So will write, dream and play
In case someone hears
Maybe I'm delusional
At least it's my will
Out they go into the night
So now they have a place
Pathetic as it may seem
It's a way to be free
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