The Secret of Heroes

Pieces of courage, bits of hope, quilts of ripped up love, waves of torn up sacrifice, pieces and bits quilts and waves all the ingredients of a hero lays scattered amongst the stars The wind of time, so softly does chime, tinkling a gentle tune, the flowers on a street side, times f peril when the flowers die when endless night makes its descent when the angles of death alight This is when, the slow steps of fate, walks on the shores, of the sea of stars, when the horn of fate does blow the stars gather their eternal light the broken pieces come together, and thus a hero is born