The Real Hero
I’ve bet you’ve had one of those days
Where you wish for a hero to take you away
Just for a day
So you could hide from the darkness and pain
And return home when there is no more rain
It may only be once in awhile for you
But for me the sky is always a dark hue
Every morning when I arise
Chains surround me where I lie
As I shoulder the tangle for the day
And put on a mask over what’s left
I hope my heart is strong enough to stay
So I walk through my life
Dragging the chains along
Crawling through the strife
The fake laughs and smiles feel so wrong
Is this how it’s supposed to be?
Hiding away so no one can see
Then I finally snapped
Unable to fix the cracks
They grew and grew into massive gaps
There my true feelings could squeeze out
And as they began to shout
Over all my fears and doubts
I felt such a relief
And realized the chains were the thief
They took away who I could have been
What I could have done
They stole away my grin
And all of my fun
I stood and let it all fall away
All this things connecting me to the grey
The pain and the misery I had to endure
Now seemed so obscure
Now I fight the darkness with an iron fist
And see right through the depressing mist
Like any war, there are battles that are lost
And days that leave me feeling squashed
But when I get near the very thin line
I smile and take back what is mine
My happiness, my light, my life
I take it right back and make my own design
Cause this is my story, my heart, my path
And I decide when to take next step
I don’t what your pity
I don’t want your charity
That's not why I’m here
I just want you to see the hidden tears and fears
Chains can hold people in the depths
While they keep it all veiled from our breaths
The chains that once held me down
Could be like the ones your neighbor drags now
Please don’t leave alone them to die
Be the hero in their lives
Take them away
Even if it’s just for a day
Return them home when there is no more rain
It may not seem big to you
But that little bit of love will see them through
Until they can find out the truth
And live under these skies of blue
Even if they don’t come back to thank you
Know that the real hero… is you.
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