The Hero
He’s gone, gone, gone away
By saving their souls
In the motorway
Where the fire ate the place
In less than a day
he remained over there
watching the ray
while melting in the flame
and listening to them say
“hero, hero, hero”
at last he said
“my soul is allay”
He saw them from heaven
Calling his name
and hopefully wishing to see him again
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