Cynic's Parade

[Verse 1] Death is my shadow, silent and sly, Beside me it creeps, under the sky, Following close with every stride, Sometimes in front, it tries to abide. [Chorus] But it can never capture me, For it is but ashes that never flee, And I, I am the blazing fire, Lighting the dark, ever higher. [Verse 2] Sometimes side by side, as if to speak, Like an old friend, with a bond so unique, Sometimes lurking just behind, Whispering softly to the mind. [Chorus Repeat] But it can never capture me, For it is but ashes that never flee, And I, I am the blazing fire, Lighting the dark, ever higher. [Bridge] With each dawn, anew I rise, Brighter still under the fading skies, Though the shadow follows, near and far, I remain undimmed, a constant star. [Chorus Repeat] But it can never capture me, For it is but ashes that never flee, And I, I am the blazing fire, Lighting the dark, ever higher. [Outro] Yes, it's just undying ash, And I, endless light and flash, On the stage of life, I fiercely play, An elusive flame, in bright array. [Verse 2] Sometimes side by side, as if to speak, Like an old friend, with a bond so unique, Sometimes lurking just behind, Whispering softly to the mind. [Chorus Repeat] But it can never capture me, For it is but ashes that never flee, And I, I am the blazing fire, Lighting the dark, ever higher. [Bridge] With each dawn, anew I rise, Brighter still under the fading skies, Though the shadow follows, near and far, I remain undimmed, a constant star. [Chorus Repeat] But it can never capture me, For it is but ashes that never flee, And I, I am the blazing fire, Lighting the dark, ever higher. [Outro] Yes, it's just undying ash, And I, endless light and flash, On the stage of life, I fiercely play, An elusive flame, in bright array. [Verse 2] Sometimes side by side, as if to speak, Like an old friend, with a bond so unique, Sometimes lurking just behind, Whispering softly to the mind. [Chorus Repeat] But it can never capture me, For it is but ashes that never flee, And I, I am the blazing fire, Lighting the dark, ever higher. [Verse 3] In the mirror's glance, a solemn frown, Doubts and thoughts, they try to drown. Yet in my chest, a hearty scoff, For cynic's eyes too often doff. [Pre-Chorus] With every question, a sharpened wit, Through life’s parade, alone I sit.