Heroes

Heroes                                              March 6, 2006

There's nothing quite like

The beginning of reality

When all of your past's heroes

Die in the morrow that is today.

What about innocence,

And innocence abound?

Just step on the raft

And float down the winding river.

Judgment is here,

Though we aren't to pass it on,

But instead, remember those

Who brought us hope,

History's heroes.

Oh, but our heroes were strong,

Though human, with a certain character.

With souls of gold and bravery so bold,

They were something for us to cling to.

Whether it be times of joy

Or points of sorrow,

They were there, serving as a support system.

You never had to take a journey,

Nor even had to fear,

For they were, and are, never far

From your heart and soul.

And that's where they reside,

Both in this realm and the after.

They live in the heart,

Where they shall always

Be set up in camp.

Idols they were,

Making the heart race,

And the mind feel at ease,

For life is so much easier to bear

Than a world without them,

A world without heroes.

Without those characters of strength,

What would we be

If not simply one of

The ordinary races of God's creation?