I'm a beginner's violin, A rental for newborns, Carried crooked, strummed silly -- A hasty, cacophonous frustration. Sometimes, my abuser will discover a melody within, But I'm left abandoned each and every time. A bruised composite of groans and tireless hours, I'm useless to the former novice -- To the master musician seeking a worthy companion -- And I'm tossed to the next clueless dreamer.
I'm nothing but a stepping stone, The first on the path -- the most walked-on of all. I'm the start of a new journey, never the finish. I'm the easiest one to trample. I'm the training wheels that the little boy hates that he needs, All too eager to outgrow and to pry from his bike of a life.
I'm the catalyst that pushes caterpillar to butterfly.
Most supportive, least desired, Once I raise them, they're gone by morning -- Never a thank you, never a nod, never a thought.