H.E.R.O.

Where am I supposed to turn?
Oh road tell me, for I am lost.
I can’t remember anything,
And I am trembling all over.

A chair in the corner I sat in.
An open window I would gaze out.
A country sun that glazed the yard,
Flickering moments I cannot hold onto.

I am trapped in the cage he made.
I try to be the strongest man on Earth.
Somehow I have people believing it.
If only I could believe it, I’d believe it.

There’s always another sun to replace today’s.
There’s always another story to be told.
As long as the adventure never ends,
I will keep having chances to prove I really am a hero.

I would lay my heart bare if not for fear.
I know my courage appears endless but it’s not so.
Inside this body is a frightened child, a broken doll.
Regardless, I charge the gates of hell as if I am boundless.

What I seem to forget is that hell is only an illusion.
I needed something to fight, because I can’t fight myself.
I need another chance and perhaps another after that,
Because despite how it may seem I still fear the dark.

At the bottom of a river I buried myself.
Beneath the cold water I gave myself to the current.
I was young, I was scared, and now I am trying to find myself.
Who knows how far away I was carried.

My hands hang beside me, and my head is low.
I keep on walking into the horizon, never staying long.
I will fly away as soon as the light bill comes.
Cowardice seems my true nature, oh God be with me.


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