my dad's my hero. he's my superman. he has heart disease. |
A day that will live in infamy. Forever a fate so determined to question every day; will there be a next trying to forsee the future; our eyes welded shut helplessness turns into hopelessness as the door around the corner closes; tightly our minds flutter about; trying to erase such imagery what a curse we shall live. Nothing gets better, as days go by the air inside us, beats slower a pounding within; so hard to bare forever we will lay to rest gone away as if never there. To the ones around, what will happen but the breaking of their own hearts; the tears that hide within thinking, hoping; wishing but all for nothing; to stand up for what has fallen down and around, we go and go in a circle we love to call life. A crack in the sidewalk, we fall within hoping to hide what we refuse to believe that one day it's there; and then not and no matter how hard we try; it's gone. The hardest thing in life; never hard to explain that without a hero, we'll all live in shame whether a bond is there or always broken I say this to superman, you have given me your token. Whether today is the day, or five years from now you have shown me so much, and to that I say wow. A hero stands alone only when he feels there is nothing left to be proven. |