[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...]      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 comes 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 he plays the note   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 began so simply   The father gave his peace   The bullet that killed her piano   Was also her mother's release