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.