Title: Torchbearer Shadow (unchanged, as it still fits beautifully) [Verse 1] I wake to the whisper of sand in the glass, Clock ticks like a drumbeat, it never slows fast. Seneca’s echo rings clear in the dawn: “You may not wake tomorrow—live like it’s gone.” No fear in the mirror, no tremble in hand, Just the quiet acceptance of life’s shifting sand. Memento Mori, the old words resound, Remember you’re mortal—let that truth be found. [Chorus] Death is my torchbearer, walking by my side, Flame in the darkness, no place to hide. He lights up the path, says “Run, don’t delay, This breath is your fire—burn it today.” No chains of tomorrow, no ghosts of regret, With Death as my guide, I live without debt. Memento Mori, my companion, my friend, Urging me onward till the journey bends. [Verse 2] Marcus whispered low in the dead of the night: “You could leave right now—make your actions right.” Epictetus nods, keeps the shadow in view, “Death daily before you—let courage renew.” I don’t run from the reaper, I meet him halfway, Hand in his bony palm, we walk through the fray. Every sunrise a gift, every sunset a call, To love without holding, to rise, never fall. [Chorus] Death is my torchbearer, walking by my side, Flame in the darkness, no place to hide. He lights up the path, says “Run, don’t delay, This breath is your fire—burn it today.” No chains of tomorrow, no ghosts of regret, With Death as my guide, I live without debt. Memento Mori, my companion, my friend, Urging me onward till the journey bends. [Bridge] Let the small things fade, the petty dissolve, In the glow of the torch, watch my spirit evolve. No fear of the crossing, no dread in the night— Only fierce, vivid living in the torchbearer’s light. I hug my loved ones knowing one day we’ll part, But gratitude floods me, it mends every heart. The hourglass empties, yet the flame burns so bright— Death walks beside me, igniting my life. [Final Chorus – softer, then building] Death is my torchbearer, steady and true, Not the end of the story—just lighting me through. Memento Mori, the mantra I sing, Live every moment like fire on wing. With Death as my compass, my shadow, my spark, I chase every dawn with fire in the dark. Memento Mori… my torchbearer calls… Live now, live fully—till the soul’s next dawn calls.
