Fingers stumbled wearily over worn out keys,
as music begged to be made.
She threw her hands up in defeat,

"I can't do this!"

He came to her side and hushed the protests falling from her lips.
Standing behind, his fingers rested over hers,
pressing the keys down.
Arms to arms and chest to back,
he whispered the world into her ears.

"You can, just believe or you're setting yourself up for failure."