• If not a pianist I may be
    then what is there to be?
    A thousand words I may not say,
    and the tears of sacrifice didn't leave the keys.

    The piano still stands waiting,
    waiting for me to come,
    how could I be without a limb,
    the thought would haunt me day and day.

    How challenging and foreboding it seems to me,
    even tears are not to show,
    piercing the black and white polished keys,
    but I still have faith;faith enough to play