A piano to be played am I. with a harsh claim,
comes a harsh sound. play me nice,
and gentle , and I'll come around.
Play a tune and I'll sing for you,
play any tune I might even dance with you.
Play me at night,
play me at day, play me all the time,
you use to say.
But at last it has finally come,
you played me to much and now I am done.
Put away was I, for to much to fix,
and better left to die.
Old and rusty ,I have become,
for no one cared enough to get it all done.
Use to play, use to bring joy,
used for awhile until out of tune was I.
Left in silence I sing alone,
with nothing to listen to but a worn out old tone.
Once a pleasure brought with joy,
now a burden just to annoy.
Not my fault was it mine,
for just a tune and I would be fine.
A little fixing in need am I,
just some tuning, I promise I wont cry.
Bring me out into the light,
bring me out, I don't want to die.
Beautiful music I swear I can make,
beautiful music, just play me right.
To be in tune once again,
just bring me home to sing again.