Superhero
Looking into the sky, what a shame what a lie. Waiting for a hero, that can save that can fly. We want to be saved from others but what saves us from ourselves? Standing up together, call it safe call it better. Fearing color, what's the matter what's your bother? Hatred as the kryptonite we feel so weak, doing what we can. But dispense the love and look at us, we can be Superman.
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