Untuned. Subject to be refined. Unheard. Outspoken by those by its side. Insignificant. Last compared to the rest.

.............

The sixth string on that beautifully shaped finish of a wooden piece. It sounds out of it's reach. Perhaps, twisted too many times at the peak of it's connection. It stretches to unknown lengths, hoping to be heard for once.

This string, the low bass of musicality. Not the melody. Just, the extra. The profound little bit that completes a composition. Yet, it is often forgotten and taken for granted.

And there he goes, so perfectly
The kind of flawless I wish I could be

How it wishes to be of fair beauty in sound like the rest. Their high pitched cries mesmerise listeners, capturing sensations unlike that of the ordinary. But, to strum the sixth, it is dull, sad even. Realisation has come to its senses. That lowly vibration represents it's insercurity, difference and loneliness.

Yes, loneliness. How it wishes to be a part of the rest. It appears to be at the top. But really, it feels as though it has be pushed right down to the bottom. Misery is plucked from it. Every touch of a pick upon this string seems to create a full, yet lonely sound.

Share with me the secrets that you kept in
Because its cold inside cold inside its cold inside

It is incomplete. Its existence is made significant by that extra neck. It has the ability to distort the sound and make it supposedly better. It sounds worthy and recovered, but if it were to be itselft, you'd know that no change has occured. The only change is the manipulation of the truth.

Put down your world
Just for one night
Pick me again

It wants to be heard. Listen to it. If only they care. If only more is heard than the sound of its strum. It only wishes to be heard like the rest. The sixth and the first. Technically the same. However, at great distance, it makes a difference. An octave of incompatibility.

Talk to me, Im torn
I could get lost in a voice like yours

One day, it will speak louder than it normally could. It will be heard. Just listen. It's not hard. Let it be a part of the rest. Let it blend in. That's all it wants. A chance to be heard. A chance to be that of attention. A chance to be more than just different.

Just give it that chance. This string is more than just..

vulnerable

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