𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫

On a cool and polished city evening, as the neon lights begin to glow,
You can see her in the velvet shadows, a story that we all know.
As the men, they gather 'round her, drawn into her gaze,
She thinks, with hope, as do they, that they will find the love they crave.

See the glow upon her face, a queen upon her crystal throne.
Every word is pure devotion, they give her everything she owns.
Whispers, promises, and money, they build her throne with celebration.
She is the ruler of the kingdom, they, her willing nation.

But she chooses one to keep, a faithful, steady, waiting man.
Hoping for passion, love and affection, the one that fits into the plan.
She think she has time so she doesn’t commit,
He perseveres, seeing it as a weakness to quit.

Time moves on, the years they pass, her mirror tells a different tale.
The phone doesn't ring like it once did, and the admirers grow thin and pale.
The man who waited in the background, sees the change begin to grow,
He has finally won his prize, his trophy, he’s the winner in the show.
She settles for him, a devotee at the end of her glow,
As her youth and beauty fall and he’s the only place to go.

Now the two of them are living, in a comfortable, quiet space.
There's no passion in the giving, just a chill upon the place.
He chose the cage of her presence,
she chose a shield from the coming night, from the fading of her borrowed light.
A mutual, quiet surrender, to a life neither wanted.

He got what he thought he desired, she got shelter from the cold.
A story of a love that's haunted, by a truth that's grown too old.

No one here is a villain, no one aims to cause the pain.
She just follows her ambition, he just follows the refrain.
Trading on a fleeting power, chasing an elusive spark,
All are captive in the hour, waiting for the coming dark.

Off somewhere, a younger beauty turns the heads of passing men...
The cycle starts its duty, and the story starts again.
...the story starts again.