April in the Fall -

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 comes 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 he plays the note

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 began so simply

The father gave his peace

The bullet that killed her piano

Was also her mother’s release