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,
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