Silver Keys

depression

Black is not the opposite of white
It is when there is absence of light
Light can be found if you open your eyes
Try not to get lost with illusion of lies
Black can always look overwhelming
Just know that hope is always shining
A piano will always have black keys
You can always play it if you please
But remember who is the one playing
The song only reflects what one is feeling
If you only see the black then that’s okay
Take your time as you struggle and play
So keep looking for your silver keys
Remember that life can be a tease
Make more memories and more songs
Life is never about right or wrongs
As you play your piano just don’t forget
As long as you have music, life is not over yet

©danieldlsantos2017

Depression is a serious thing. Just want to remind you that there are people who care. Please remember that all life is important, even yours.

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~ by lordouch on September 26, 2017.

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