Nameless Hero
He walks like a Saint
although he ain't, yet
honestly say that
he knows no regret
decisions, decisions
cut down to precision
like a doctor's incision
leaving no scars
He looks up to no one
yet, looks in himself
for he is the only one
who welcomes his help
he is the one
who's writing in step
directions, directions
to share his affection
before the corrective
come to do as they do
Why, oh why
do the undeserving die?
when they're all dead inside
but continue on living
why, oh why
must you paint the sky?
in an orange color of downness
that spreads all around us
He once walked with the wicked
to infiltrate and to trick them
into giving up on living sinful
he tried and died
many times before
that will not stop him
from trying once more
He walks towards the oppressive
as some would call reckless
for when madness spins
he surely shall win
invincible became his name
his eyes never showed traces of shame
I was the one to take heart to his chide
that is how my good will survived
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2011
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