[April has always been a child without love. Her parents are 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...]nnApril was never really that good for hernSo Mother and Father would say, as they screamed out her namenA child they never touch, never talk tonThe instruction of their ways may leave nothing but painnnThey say the outside world will only hurt younThey say the dreams of children die in younStill your mother noticed and heard your radionThe only gift she gave was that pianonnSo unbridled, she comes unfurlednAnd who makes her hold it innHow overwhelming a song can benTo drive her cold withinnnShe plays for hoursnShe practices the day awaynIt keeps the noise downnFrom constant battles down the hallnOnly her fingersnCaptured in movements of the keysnCould feel emotionnFrom her distorted withdrawnnSo unbridled, she comes unfurlednAnd who makes her hold it innHow overwhelming a song can benTo drive her cold withinnnAnd through the radio she hears her songnSo she learns it, she embraces itnHer fingers tremble when he plays the notenBut she feels it, and she knows itnnApril needs someone for these feelingsnPiercing down through her headnOnly the darkness in her fathernCame flowing out insteadnAs her fingers began so simplynThe father gave his peacenThe bullet that killed her pianonWas also her mother's release