What you call an act of heroism, I look at as acting on a basic human level. An act of pure humanity: feeding those who are hungry; clothing those who have nothing; a bed to those who have no home; and medicine for those in pain or dying. This façade of society that has blinded our own natural instincts and the money and greed that has faltered our awareness and empathy for others, it is fueled by ignorance. We are told to value life, but brought up to value a number on a bank statement. We are told to be thankful for what we have (our "blessings") and to help our fellow man, but then we are conditioned to lay unwarranted weight upon petty insignificancies and shallow desire. We talk about advancing the world, but every breath we take as mankind seems to lead us further into this disarray of natural worldly priority- preserving and protecting and progressing mankind.
Your words, they touched me deep inside in the pit of my stomach, it's where they lied Your eyes, they do something to me too right through me, they never knew Your heart, I heard its aching sound maybe mine too is what it should have found
We remember the days that are gone sitting still to write a song emotion hangs on to the past sand slips through the hour glass and who does know anything at all, for sure? perhaps forgetting it all is the cure...
When it rains it pours at least that's what they say all of it comes down at once however, a prelude to clear brighter days the wind blows me in different ways the hail hits deep inside, it stings keep moving, I don't seek shelter the storm knows my spirit sings the clouds cry and the sky we can't predict these forces didn't come from nowhere although our sights don't seem to go very far we can not deny nature's heart, it's always there.