It sits before me and I embrace it a little,
With care, it was held and it might just be brittle
The sleek body my hand slithers upon,
Those 6 strings with time had withered along.
My finger plucks the very first string it held…
The first time did I see light
The four walls, the first walls I witnessed
The first human I saw, oh, her face ever so bright
And the first time, as I stepped into the world crying, by her was I caressed
My finger now plucks the second string instead…
Binding faith with strings
Another side of the world I am in,
The first friends I played around with within that land
And the first glimpses of kindness had I seen,
When I fell down with a thump, and they held out their hand
I move towards the third string,
Such a sharp sound made
Just like how sharp I thought I was before I failed my record of
Good grades
I know its a little dramatic since it happened once
But since then a train of anxiety and worry had been laid
“I am a crybaby” I realized, and in my head, it was announced
As the fourth string, I do pluck, it clears the turmoil off of my head,
But brings back the turmoil from back then as I sat crying on my bed
Oh my naive self, was that what I thought was love?
Couldn’t even be called a crush, go no!
Stupidly I thought, “hE iS sO dReaMy, He iS sEnt FrOm aBoVe”
Yet the fourth string possessed more than what I’d thought I’d see
Before I saw it coming there was another he,
But only if there really
Existed this he, ugh, I had truly,
Let my imaginations go free
As I created my ideal man, goddamn,
My unrealistic another could no one truly be,
This fourth-string succeeded in making this part of my life
Incomplete, with glee
As I try to fill that incomplete feeling with the fifth string,
A different route did I take, by my heart I was being led
And while doing so I traveled way ahead
I plunged deep into this dense pool of my future
And in a blink of an eye, I was far away from home,
The new feeling of change, I didn’t process, in my heart, it would stir
These unknown places and cities, thirsty for knowledge and meaning would I roam,
I reached the low-lands, I reached the mountains and heights,
I searched for wealth and wisdom, I fought day and night
Sometimes I got nectar, sometimes I got a bitter sting
Now, just before I proceed towards the 6th string
“It is the last one, what will this mean, what will it bring?”
My finger moves, and plucks that last and final piece of metal
It's the last and final time I see light,
The last and final time her face glowed ever so bright
The last times of my presence in this land
The last time my friends ever gave me a hand
The last grade I ever received
And the last time by love I ever was deceived
The last time the ideal man that I managed to find is ever by my side
The last time to uphills and lowlands will my heart ever guide
The last time I ask what rests ahead
And my last moment brings the answer instead
And Before I know it, I vanish as my soul will have been fed
By then, my melody of the 6 strings will have been left behind,
It will travel along for someone else to find,
They embrace the 6 strings once again with time withered along
Their finger plucks the first string,
Going on ahead,
Until they too leave behind their own melodious song.
