Heroes lie not far from here,
beneath the soil that brought them near.
Closer with each step they took,
and every time they chanced their luck.

The man who sits across the road,
a hero with a tale untold.
A soul that can't be bought or sold
A silent hero growing old.

Then there's stars that fail to shine,
but maybe just in your minds eye.
Every star that brought the light,
was to balance out the nights.

The nights when darkness falls the most,
the battered ships upon the coast,
all waiting for that sweet reprieve,
when we think, when we breath.