Hero

May 16, 2014

I try to preach on Hope and faith when I have none

Giving bits of my blessings so my friends will have some

Making my kindness my strength and my weakness

But being the rock you can't have needs

When you are being looked at you can't be see through

One this idea is built it can't be moved

And it drains the flames of my expression

And Leaves me vulnerable to depression

What happens to the hero that can't be saved

Does he die and gets replaced

Never did I love the glory

It made too busy to write my own story

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