Hero

The truth is I still want to be a hero.

A small part of me still longs to be that knight.

This is no world for a knight though.

Armor will not protect me,

And a sword certainly will not save those I care for.

If I had lived in that time,

Could I have found a princess?

Someone worth saving.

Would I give up what I know even if I could?

I don’t see the heroes the way that boy used to.

It isn’t heroic to throw away your life,

Just to save someone else.

Because if you die,

If you stop living,

Then you cannot be sure.

Far more likely that it was a waste,

That you threw away your own life.

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"The man is a fool that waits to leap into the path of an arrow.     A fool and dead, he is no hero.    Only the first to die.    Does he not know that more wait in the quiver?"

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There are a few though,

For who I would likely step into that path.

Throw my life away,

And just hope that I can stop whatever harm came their way,

With my own end.

A few for who I would give my own life,

Give it all up,

Let go of all the dreams.

. . I am after all forever a fool.