The Greyed Out Hero

For those about to die, We salute you. I once heard him say. Little did I realise That I would go that way. Predators and Weapons Are my closest friends Those who should love me - Every one pretends. Words and deeds are arrows Photographs are worse I sometimes think I’m suffering From a great big curse Rumour and compromise Deadly enemies to me There seems no way to stop it No way to be free I only wish I’d seen this When I was still young Then perhaps I would not be The sad and lonely one. It seems my only brother Has spoilt my entire life When all I really want to be Is a loving wife And yes I think I should Be able to be free To be myself for no-one Does it quite like me. Shining like a beacon High up in the sky Some say they are jealous So maybe that is why. As my life started So will it end That is unless I find a REAL friend. Many people will benefit From all that I have done But no-one will know my name The steal has begun. CHERISH AND NURTURE YOUR HEROS