Brave

When you are a child you idolize people who strike the hope in you And fill the vacant light inside your empty shell You build them castles to rule, and give them victories, and name them kings, queens, and Gods To you this is not a fantasy, It is your place of safety, behind the satin drapes of your mind The things you dream of having, of doing, and saying All stem from your Idol preciously dipped in gold and shining until they fall Hard, Like all heroes do, a moment of weakness, a moment of heart-wrenching truth Striping you from your child-like fantasies, beautiful white washed castles, and red rose rings You finally open the shades to reality and it drives you mad You walk the earth letting it twist and mold you into villains, creatures of despair and loss of innocence The pain eats you alive making you hunch over in the streets You let the world hear you scream piercing the ears of anyone that passed While you lay there hoping for someone to save you the sun rises They grey dust of the moons finally settles and the sun breaks the horizon It touches the ground in a way you never noticed before And whispers the warm wonders of the universe You stop, and the world stops spinning, you grin and balance out the weight upon your shoulders Never will you have to depend on heroes of the imagination You tread the streets saddled on your horse and scream of the names of your victories Never will you hide behind your creations of light You are the savior guiding yourself home Never will you seek strength in fictional idols of misguided hopes What will stop you? Who could stop you? Would you stop?