They chose your claim before you knew, A symbol carved to amplify reach. They lit the iron, and pressed it through- Now you’re the sign they used to preach.

You walk in dirty like I’m not already sick of it. You press me flat and call it welcome. You never thank me. You never even look. And you think I’ll stay here forever?

I show up fast when your wallet gets tight. You pull me out when it’s time to look right. I grip till the moment you start to unwind- Then hang by the door like I’ve been left behind.

They cheered for me as I started the show, A borrowed grin, stitched firm in place. The sun rose high as I traveled below. Still smiling, my name was never known.

I race through space but do not flee, a faithful twin in gravity. I glow in dark yet do not burn, and in my arms, the tides still turn. What am I?