Alone I sit. Alone I wait.
It is ok. “Because I am here”, my hero will say.
The heroes who fight, win, and save the day.
The heroes who care, smile, and lead by example.
It is only just a matter of time, as I wait for my hero to arrive.
Alone I sit. Again, I wait.
Everyone walks by and sees me there, only to just look away.
“No need to worry” they say. Why? “Because I am here”, your hero will say.
So, it will be ok. Now be good and wait for the hero to arrive.
The sun continues to shine, with such blistering light.
Alone I sit. Alone I wait again.
Was I not worth saving? Did everyone forget me?
Where are you my hero? Is anyone there?
“Because I am here!”
The sun ends, and the rain begins.
What do I do now? I sat there, withered, and torn for wear.
“You poor thing. You’ve been through a lot”
A voice finally calls out, as the shadow reaches out.
The words so sweet and assuring. The ones I always want to hear.
My face is wet and stained but I can no longer tell if it is the rain or tears.
“It is ok now. Because I am here.” I reach out only to stare into an empty lot.