(NOTE to reader: I made a few tweaks to my poem, hopefully to help the flow of it seem a little more the way I had originally intended it to sound. I hope it helps! Here's my slightly revised version. . .)
Play a faithful note, piano boy,
And let me hear your righteous song aloud.
Sing the chorus to your song, piano boy,
And bless us both with a warming crowd.
Play soulful music all night, piano boy.
Let the good one's message speak through you.
And when your fingers grow tired, and your voice is gone and sore,
Speak the words of our good Lord,
For he gave you your gift, nothing more.
Thus, you must bless the world with all he has given you,
And make something with what he has not.
For we are all here as his messengers, piano boy,
I pray this message will not soon be forgot.
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