April has always been a child without love. Her parents are in constantly arguing around the house and never have any time for her. When she is alone in her room she listens to the radio to focus her energy on something worthwhile. Her mother is a good spirit led astray by her father, but manages to buy April a small piano. That is where our story begins... 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 came 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 she plays the notes 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 becan so simply The father gave his peace The bullet that killer her piano Was also her mother's release