SwingingMics
01/25/04, 10:52 AM
I am a hero.
Forgotten and lonesome,
but still a hero.
I roam this earth,
Looking for desperate souls.
I’ll change their life,
Fill up their empty holes.
Your life, it matters.
Hold on,
Tighter everyday,
Don’t let it slip away.
My words can help,
Open ear
“Love yourself first”
I hope you hear
I am a hero.
Forgotten and lonesome,
But still a hero.
I see you cry
And as I try
I can’t stop to think
“Don’t let this one die.”
I’ll do what I can
Was I too late this time?
Your blood it runs
I wish I could give you mine.
This hero is scared.
I might not win this war,
You keep slipping,
But your life is worth fighting for.
I hold your wound,
In my hand
I’ll heal it with hope,
faith, tears, and love are doing what they can.
I am a hero.
Forgotten and lonesome,
But still a hero.
Your eyes are closing,
But I’m still hoping,
Don’t die now,
Live dammit, someway, somehow
Covered by blood,
The bullet has been retrieved
Pulled from your heart,
It’s resting in my palm.
I am no longer a hero.
I could not help you rest,
You didn’t want my words,
You just wanted a bullet to the chest.
You took your own life.
How now should I live?
How can I look at myself?
How could I forgive?
Your gun is still smoking,
And I lift it to my head,
This fallen hero is no more….
I shoot myself dead.
I was a hero,
Now forgotten and lonesome,
But I was a hero
Forgotten and lonesome,
but still a hero.
I roam this earth,
Looking for desperate souls.
I’ll change their life,
Fill up their empty holes.
Your life, it matters.
Hold on,
Tighter everyday,
Don’t let it slip away.
My words can help,
Open ear
“Love yourself first”
I hope you hear
I am a hero.
Forgotten and lonesome,
But still a hero.
I see you cry
And as I try
I can’t stop to think
“Don’t let this one die.”
I’ll do what I can
Was I too late this time?
Your blood it runs
I wish I could give you mine.
This hero is scared.
I might not win this war,
You keep slipping,
But your life is worth fighting for.
I hold your wound,
In my hand
I’ll heal it with hope,
faith, tears, and love are doing what they can.
I am a hero.
Forgotten and lonesome,
But still a hero.
Your eyes are closing,
But I’m still hoping,
Don’t die now,
Live dammit, someway, somehow
Covered by blood,
The bullet has been retrieved
Pulled from your heart,
It’s resting in my palm.
I am no longer a hero.
I could not help you rest,
You didn’t want my words,
You just wanted a bullet to the chest.
You took your own life.
How now should I live?
How can I look at myself?
How could I forgive?
Your gun is still smoking,
And I lift it to my head,
This fallen hero is no more….
I shoot myself dead.
I was a hero,
Now forgotten and lonesome,
But I was a hero