The Old Piano sits upside the wall
Idle and still
It sits there all stinky musty and old
So much love for it is boastfully told
Many memories I sure it must hold
But, they are not yours or mine
So to me they are not worth a thin dime
The Old Piano will sit upside the wall
Idle and still
Long after I'm gone. I just wonder
Will the broken keys remind you of me your MOM ????
Will you remember that day
I was hurting,sick and didn't mean to do
anything WRONG!!!
OR cause any harm
The Old Piano sits upside the wall
Idle and still
To chop it to the ground
Would give me great pleasure
Such a surging thrill
But,I won't cause to you it is such a big Deal
Maybe some day you will see it was just a hunk
Of smelly old wood and I was a person
Who was alive and real
The Old Piano sits upside the wall
Idle and still
I do miss the Gospel Music
My daughter played for me
I have said I am sorry a million times over
So why can't you forgive and just let it be
One Mans junk is another mans Treasure
Will you one day treasure something of mine??