There are no heros here,
No day to banish the night,
Because this night is far more glorious,
Than a hero could ever be.
Many small idols shine their light around,
Scattered here and there like splintered glass,
Each one as unique and beautiful as the next.
These big time heros come and go,
Nothing they see will make them stop.
And so this world, it is never changed,
I only hope it stays that way.
The tragedy of it is that nobody sees the look of desperation on my face. Thousands and thousands of us, and we're passing one another without a look of recognition.