[Verse 1: Grieves]
I remember being too young to spell it
But old enough to know
That when his fingers touched the keys
It lit something up in his soul
But at four years old
It's hard to notice the power
But I sat under that piano for hours
Learnin' the sound of it
You heard an old man’s noise
I heard every tear that he wept
And every crack in his voice
Heard every fear that he kept
And every passion and joy
As he scrambled across the keys
And I played with my toys
I saw the power that projected from that living room
That man lost his family and everything he ever knew
He played that piano like it saved him from the hell he flew
Runnin’ from the pain that awaited from bein' raised a Jew
Some people paint with their music
Stimulate your senses
Enabling you to view it
But, those notes raised me
And trained me to take a tune with me
Everywhere that I go
Makin my home where the music speaks
I remember being too young to spell it
But old enough to know
That when his fingers touched the keys
It lit something up in his soul
But at four years old
It's hard to notice the power
But I sat under that piano for hours
Learnin' the sound of it
You heard an old man’s noise
I heard every tear that he wept
And every crack in his voice
Heard every fear that he kept
And every passion and joy
As he scrambled across the keys
And I played with my toys
I saw the power that projected from that living room
That man lost his family and everything he ever knew
He played that piano like it saved him from the hell he flew
Runnin’ from the pain that awaited from bein' raised a Jew
Some people paint with their music
Stimulate your senses
Enabling you to view it
But, those notes raised me
And trained me to take a tune with me
Everywhere that I go
Makin my home where the music speaks
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