Even our heroes need room to breathe
They are congested with our love, and never want to sneeze
Sometimes we get so caught up with the idea of who they may be
But not me, I can see they are just like us, with individuality
The real heroes are hiding in plain sight, not in anonymity
So go home and ask yourself "what really matters to me?"
Is it the ones you love or the man behind the mask?
I don't even have to ask. What about you?