Deep within my soul
is the man that wishes to save
the world of his friends and those he loves,
and those who he has long since left.
I do not know how to stop him.
Wherever I tread and see sorrow
the instinct deep within
is to arm myself with strength,
for myself and for a friend.
I will try to bargain with heartache
or hunt away anxiety
and then smite the might innards of depression
that someone I maybe carrying.
But there's more to be a hero then thought.
Our fables and ballads lie to us:
a hero cannot always win
for in our lives,
the innocent must decide
if they truly want to be saved.
And am I truly this hero?
Some sort of cape and tights wonder?
Isn't all within a soul that yearns
for love and for approval
that will never be answered.
I wish to save those who cannot be
and maybe answer a need to feel good,
but I should perhaps remember
to save myself before attempting
to help anyone else.
But I hope that some days,
my answering to a call
shall just put a smile on a face
or make a dark day seem brighter
like so many heroes have done for me
then the man deep within my soul
will perhaps rest for some good time.