Its All For Her

Since I was four years old, my gift was playing piano

My grandma forced me into. I hated it but I soon became great at it.

She pushed me in my music and in my grades

Now when I visit her, I have to go to her grave.

She was my inspiration, my world, my heart

When she left my side, I thought I would just fall apart. 

Into pieces, shattered pieces of glass,

I still to this day, doodle her name in class. 

Dianne, that was her name, which means down-to-earth

Which is probably why I always came first.

Number one in her life, and she was number in my heart.

Always and forever

There will never be other.

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