Shallom
A hero in my past life I must have sworn to always be. To be the greater good in the fields of evil To be the ever loving soul where dust is all there is.
Why did I take the oath? Why did I choose to be this?
I'd question myself, question fate. Is this how it ought to be? I'm tired already of holding on. I'm tired of waving the flag of leave and love. Can't I at this point lay down this cord.
Let my tales be told. In stories and songs of old. Let it be remembered. I held on so much, I might as well die a hero. Though I am not named HERON