When a hero falls,
What can they say?
That "he was great;
He saved the day!"

But why would they cry?
He was just a mask,
The embodiment of good,
Who took up the task.

No one even knows,
The wife he holds dear,
The place he calls home,
What he has to fear.

His children will cry,
But no one will know,
Why they shed tears,
For the man they don't know.

For when a hero falls,
His name goes too,
Staining the memory
Of the man who never flew.