The Pride Parade
It started out quite simply,as complex things can do;A set of sad transparencies'til no one could see through,But least of all the one inside,behind the iron glass;A prisoner of all your dreamsthat never come to pass.
Alone you stand corruptedby the vision that you sought,And blinded by your hungerall your apetites are bought,But in spite of what becomes of you,your image will remain;A reminder of your constant loss,a symbol of your gain.
And your friends are together,Where the people are all gathered,All along the road you travelled all your days.
And soon you have succumbedto what the others all believe,And though the lie affects themstill it's you that they deceive,And all at once you're lostwithin the emptieness of you,And there's no one left who's near enoughto tell you what to do.
You're left with nothingbut your self-potential in the dark,Like tinder resting on a rock,protected from the spark,But your fire just consumes you,you alone can feel the pain,And you stand in all your gloryand you know you can't complain.
But your friends are together,Where the people are all gathered,All along the road you travelled all your days.
But you are surely just as evilas the worst my tongue can tell,For you'll never face my heavenand I'll not endure your hell.You have lost your chance to mingleby your constant quiet lies;Deceptions hidden with your lips,but spoken with your eyes.
For I know you for what you are notfor that's really all you are.And your talents of a minor orderseem to stretch too far.And we both know thatthis masquerade can't carry on too long.You're deep inside the Pride Parade,but where do you belong?
And your friends are together,Where the people are all gathered,All along the road you travelled all your days.