heroism
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How do I show you, how much I love?Gifts, or mere gestures?But you're all above.
How do I tell? I care so much,with my presence, time or my prayers as such.
Once upon a time,
All the stories and nursery rhymes
floated through the air,
filling the room with magic and hope.
Back when we were innocent,
and didn't know
that that isn't how the world works.
There are four types of heroes
Don’t believe me?
I’ll show you
The first type is a hero born with power
Often they come from planets and faraway realms
And they can leap buildings in single bounds
What was it you were thinking?That fateful day you leapt,out of those burning towers,as we all looked on... and wept.
I peer into your eyes,they quaver and fillbig, somber: greenthey overflow and spill. The tears thunder down your cheekslike the towers in the daythey crash and they screamfaster than anyone can pray. Your flushed cheeks utter gaspsof horror and pa
At five years old, I hardly understood
The tragedy that had just occurred.
I vaguely remember my kindergarten teacher
Frantically racing from one room to another
Desperately trying to gather information
Sweat pours down bodies in streams,
Blood is caked between the toes of feet,
Of the men chosen for honor redeemed.
Swords doused in red ink,
Shields reflecting the suns gleam,
Cry out your call,
