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Monday, July 18, 2005

Heroes

Blood on his hands, satisfaction’s not there
All he believed in destroyed, simply laid bare
Past trophies cancelled by an event named Death
Much unsaid to people for which he dearly cared

Driven, successful, fighting to the end
Big house, fast cars, a scepter in his hand
A path many take, sell their lives to pretense
Plethora of knowledge, yet life he didn’t understand


Another life in tragedy, terminally ailed
Yet the great test of life, he passed and didn’t fail
Surrendered to the divine will, lived it to the full
His physical vessel sunk by the day, but his spirit never bailed

Giving all he had in him though his future seemed to fade
Went with no words he wanted to say to his beloved left unsaid
Same old house, same old car, a hand held by hands he loved
His legacy lives on for generations, even though the man is dead

Real heroes, true men of honor
Don't die fighting. They die loving.