GIVE IT BACK!

G-d gave me a gift…
I’ve been using it for years.
From the time I was seven,
It’s been a way for me to switch gears.

For you see, when my hands hit the keys,
I entered a new place
I escaped from a scary world,
With such smiles on my face.

My hands would take over;
My heart would beat fast
So grateful; look what I can do!
Always, was there room to surpass…

Then we married,
I moved away,
No longer on those precious keys
Were my hands able to play.

I begged for years,
I needed it in my life
“Please” I would beg,
It was the only thing to get me through strife.

Then, it finally happened
On my graduation day;
I walked into the house…
“Happy graduation” I heard you say.

I burst into tears,
Into your arms I fell;
I grabbed you so tight,
My feelings began to swell.

But now. Look what you did.
You took it away, just to hurt.
You didn’t even care
How much torment you’d exert.

I WANT IT BACK.
Why won’t you give it to me?
Wasn’t it a gift?
For completing my degree?

I WANT IT BACK.
All you are is cruel
You knew what would get to me.
…you’re asking for this duel.