Someone kept you inside the room,
Once, they valued you; now you face the gloom.
Dust has covered you layer by layer,
Once you were used by people everywhere.
People used you and enjoyed your sound,
Now they ignore you and leave you around.
Time has passed, and you’ve lost your place,
But time can change what people embrace.
One day, they will understand your worth,
They will remember the value you held from birth.
Whatever your value, however far you may roam,
Someday, they will know your worth—you’ll find your home.
