The Second String

Though we’ve been labeled the second string we will resonate the loudest. The profoundness will be heard in our voice for we will speak deep and roar the loudest. Ironic because our cries fell on your deaf ears. Because of you in sorrow we have drowned. Now it is our grandness that drowns your voice out. You wished not to stand with us and instead chose to topple us. Now it’s over you where we stand. With fire in one hand and ire in the other we will show you how mistaken you are. We will no longer be the oars you used to paddle across the pond, For we’ve become the precious metals you will never again stumble upon. As of now your sentiments are irrelevant. For now you must be another soul walking on this earth who must learn to live with regrets. We are the strong who you’ve mistaken as the weak. You can't even remember us as the ones who got away. For we are the memories you cannot keep. Again and again you’ve plucked our strings. Like a violin we’ve continuously been played. You grew tired of our melodies only to find out that it was because of your hands, That our symphonies had been delayed. With sounds that become astray we continue to grow louder. Your ridicule diminishes. Your voice becomes fainter. The harmonics in our harmony continue to echo. We were looked down upon. But with our heads raised we now recognize we were the ones passed on. You've passed judgment on us but it’s now we who look past you. And though our pride is what you now detest. It’s excuses from your hands that we wrest. We will continue to roar. We will continue to smile We set the tone to be wild. We will continue to be the sound that causes your unrest. For we are the second string. We will resonate the loudest.