Heroes

Heroes are praised,
Heroes are born,
Not raised.

They sacrifice all,
To save the world,
They seem confident,
When they are breaking inside.

Heroes stand tall,
When they wish to hide,
They sound brave,
When they wish to cry.

Heroes fall,
While villains rise,
I guess it’s true,
That heroes die,
While evil continues.

The good may die young,
But they don’t go out alone,
They take evil out with them,
And die celebrated.

Heroes rise and fall,
They ask not for greatness,
And do only as they see right,
Is it ever enough?

They bury fears,
And raise hope,
They do their best,
But it’s never enough.

New challenges arise,
And fight though they may,
It may be in vain.

Heroes do not stand atop pedestals,
Those they wish to save support them,
And give them the strength needed,
To stand tall.

Heroes face hard lives,
They take the pain into their shoulders,
And support it all on their own,
They do not realize,
That there are others to help,
They are heroes to the hero,
Who knows the truth.

All would be lost, without the heroes of the hero.