High in the mountains
the giants sleep on the roofs
no one sees them
we dream them

when we are young
and folded in ourselves
making great plans
for the world we know

we are already on our way
just landed here
for a while, to grow
on our sky canopy bed

until we wake up
as heroes who put right
what has been made amiss
by the little people

I know why no one wants to be the hero,
A hero's story doesn't end well.
He doesn't get to see a golden gate,
He leads you there then walks away.
Heroes can inspire all but themselves
Placed on shelves waiting to fall
And that downfall is the story they'll tell.
Watch and see for yourself.

I wish more people wanted to be heroes,
Tie their capes in broad day and save
Because look, I mean really look,
The villains aren't stopping,
You hear the newscasters jaws dropping
Every night that another kid won't be alright.
So we wave white flags as victims,
And I don't know about you
But I'm ready to fight
For something so much bigger than me.
Come and be one for yourself

I know why no one wants to be the hero,
They let the bad guys have all the fun.
The vigilantes can't work a system
With zero liability who's to blame
I don't believe I can stop it one on one
But extend a hand to you all the same.
Why can't we all be heroes,
And stop all the distress, you and I.
No one wants to be a hero
Because evil will never die.

Heroes born as history makers yield the past
With conquest to invoke for the present;
Though they died as reluctant heroes
Yet with those sacrifices brought legends in the future.
Heroes who thought to die in vain
His name shall be remembered as legendary yielders
Who with every blood he bleed, and tears he cried
Shall be a proclamation of our freedom of those chains
For the future we hold today.

With a world full of heroes, all I am is a zero.
I am nothing, in a universe of everything.
Nothing.

I am here now
Amidst the ashes;
Away from the world's mystification.

Do not weep for me now
Remember my sacrifices;
My love, my life for the nation.

They reckon they've won now
They laugh, they celebrate-
Sad! they do not grasp the ramification.

Mother have lost her child now
Holding a grave ache in her heart.
And me- a fallen father for my girl and son!

Will I be avenged now!
Or end up like a long lost memory
Of honor and love for my country?

Will I be avenged!
Or end up as a tool in the game of politics
Between vultures clutching on the opportunity?

Passive resistance.
With words against tyranny.
Beacon of courage.

Heroes are not determined by the skills they were born with, nor what they have gained.

They are determined by the will power they have to overcome unimaginable dire adversity, fear and pain.

In order to help others in this crucifying world

Yes it's true
Heroes need saving too
They get beat black and blue
All to save damsels like you