Misunderstanding the Hero

I often look to the yellow lillies in the garden on campus Friends pass me and time shifts Is it not the success that people want? Or perhaps it's the driven motive in which we attempt to strive Unjust it truly is, When a hero is misunderstood My intentions are well, with the greatest ambitions and goals set The ladder is high, for we all know, I can not climb any further My limbs become weary, waiting for my time to come Tell me friends, what am I doing wrong? Patience, Patience, mother always tells me I am growing weary cant you see? My sucess, awards, nominations, all mean the same I am one to not play and comitt to this waiting game. Ive become the greatest, in all equivalent to a zero Unjust it is, to misunderstand the hero The sparkle from the sunlight on the lilly cracks me a smile Not everyday, only once a while Beautiful, healthy, full of nutrition I want to be like this lilly, maybe everyone will listen My world, my society, the individuals around me Cant possibly see the misfortune confound of me These lillies, this beautiful craft of God, surround me in all your goodness and then maybe the true sucess will enter my mind Then only changing the mindset of all mankind For the hero, we all are This misunderstanding will go afar.