My Hero

“My Hero” When I close my eyes the inside of my soul cries/ All the times that people he loved signed onto lies/ About his life and how he felt about the lives and his spice/ How they would dive so low upon his demise was a crime/ They say good drive as ending hard times left liars lives in a better place/ A brow raises high as a decision larded with liars lines was direly played/ I know praise is ripe with opinion departed from factual finds frayed/ But a canoe race to a type of fabrication restarted a number of ways weighted/ Out of the know in light of the parted nutrients to slumber away dated/ Shout out to my hero bright in the heart to new truant stumblers prated