Faded Splendor
She changed her name and left the country
On a mission she was given
When she was too young to perceive
Sometimes it's about big things
Let's dance and think
But sometimes it's about just dancing
When will you see
That you're not me
That each of us is given our mission
Individually
Essential to believe you can
Because when you're ninety three
What's worse
Is not having done it
              Faded splendor
She knows she has lost
Her heart
It has gone wandering
In a far away city
Underneath the harshest orange lights
Eternally missing
Eternally found
They tell her it is unfeasible
But she grows stronger
In the ashes
A phoenix to their flames
Her future is her own
A mixture of desperation and hope
Because when you're ninety three
What's worse
Is not having done it
             Faded Splendor
Not trying to be bold
Just avoiding being bored
Striving to be real
In a fictional universe created by herself
Whispers and echoes of the past beauty
Held in a cradle
Now more than able
To conquer and fight
A warrior ready to battle
At life
She stretched her threadbare wings
Left forgotten from the days of youth
And flew
Towards the moon
Lullaby rain
On the windowpane
That smile breaks the clouds again
                Faded splendor
She sits underneath
The inexhaustible inky sky
Rapt
Her chair rocks
The wings have grayed
Her face is not the same
But she changed her name and left the country
Her future was her own
               Faded splendor