The Hero
Young Hero come down,You’ve lost all your sheep,But in your mind you still believe.That hearing your voice, was our only choice,I would not say that it was love.But here we now stand,Our thoughts in your hands--Why cast your gaze into that flame?And I said to him, “did you throw it with the wind?”And I said to him…Young Hero fall down,Alarmed is your flockAt your post pretentious mind.But still you stumble,Lie like gnats,A transcendental fight runs through your bones!Cause glory waits,In favour’s taste, alone at last,Planning your own demise!And I said to him, did you find this with the wind?And I said to him, did you find this with the wind?Your Rabbit’s Foot is no more,Oh how can you live inside that hole?
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