Mr. Piano Man please play a song.
Play a song for the colored girls who considered suicide when the rainbow was not enough.
Play a song for those who can’t hold their heads up long enough to see the sun cresting over the horizon.
Play a song for the youth who readily give away their treasures to those that are undeserving.
Play a song for the bag lady who holds on to everything except herself.
Play a song for the boy searching for a man and the man who rejects the boy.
Play a song for the young and restless who tread the burning sands trying to find a higher path.
Play a song for the caterpillars that are in the midst of transforming into butterflies.
Please Mr. Piano Man play a song for me.
~ABT
Friday, April 4, 2008
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