Hero
I saw you crumble in the rain
I saw you falter, I saw you fall apart
like paper mache
I heard you whisper I heard you pray
But your god was on our side that day
I saw the Rorchach butterfly, the red rain
There'll be no lullaby today, for a man without a name
I see the stars that bloom
I see the naked sky, I see its faded soul
The sorrowful moon
I saw the black wings upon your back, I saw you fly
I saw the ghost erased from your eyes
I hear the silence, it haunts my brain
There'll be no memories today, a grave without a name
He was more than a hero
He was a father and a son
He was more than a hero
He was a father and a son
He was born with name
And he died like a man without one
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