The Golden Boy
The boy had a way with words, he sang, he moved with graceHe entertained so naturally, no gesture out of placeHis road in life was clearly drawn, he didn't hesitateHe played, they saw, he conquered as the master ofAs the master of his fate
The girl had an iron soul, no one could recognizeMaterial ambition that her gentleness disguisedShe gave herself to him certain of his fameWanted him for luxury, for limelight and his name
And then he sang to her
I love you for your silence, I love you for your peaceThe still and calm releases that sweep into my soulThat slowly take control
I love you for your passion, I love you for your fireThe violent desire that burns me in its flameA love I dare not name
His rise was irresistible, he grew into the partHis explanation simply that he suffered for his artNo base considerations of some glittering rewardThe prize was knowing that his work was noticed and adored
I love you for your silence, I love you for your peaceThe still and calm releases, sweep into my soulSlowly take control
Yes, he told the truthAccepting every honor with a masterly displayOf well rehearsed reluctance to be singled out this wayHe started to believe that he was all they said and moreShe forgot, she forgot the reasons, she had wanted him before
I love you for your passion, I love you for your fireThe violent desire burns me in its flameOh, love I dare not name
The still and calm releases that sweep into my soulSlowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly take control
And when at last they fell apart, she wished that she could beThe hardened heart of yesterday, as cynical as heBy changing for the better, she had changed things for the worseThe words that made them happy once now echoed, echoed as a curse