Have been a perfect shadow,
Tall when you needed me to be,
And short, when you took a bow,
Danced on the wall, while on the stage you played,
Played the second fiddle,
The Second Violin.
I buried myself, and in your skin lived,
Became the echo, of your resounding voice,
Wore your imperfections and radiated your beauty,
My beautiful and ugly, lost in the mist of imitation,
Covered by the dust of limitation,
Cobwebs, a sheet of comfort.
But it’s finally dawn, and light I now see,
The hard truth, bold, like the sun overhead,
The music you play, is finally boring, and tired have become,
I can’t continue to harp on, about your greatness,
When mine is buried, slowly rotting away,
It’s time to make this pyre, a stepping stone,
Time to also cast shadows, cause ripples and echoes,
It’s time, time to be, THE FIRST VIOLIN.
I may not be the best, nothing close to you,
But with all my weakness and faults,
I’ll proudly do me,
Be I a storm, I’ll be the ever wrecking one,
Be I an itch, I’ll be the one you have to scratch,
Be I a rainbow, I’ll paint the world my colour,
Be I a star, I’ll be the brightest the galaxy will ever have.
Be I me, I’ll be the best version of me, the world will ever see.