In his eyes is a story none can explain.
Beyond the fierce disguise,
I see tears uncried,
the echo of words unspoken.
I feel the world weighing down on him,
yet, he battles not to bleed
but struggles to heed,
the desperate cries for a hero,
Him, a tired soul flagging his wounded wing,
comes tumbling down, screaming,
but making no sound, falling.
Gone is a hero renown.
But I hear you.
I feel you.
I’ll save you.
Hold on to me and I’ll keep you warm.
Let me mend your broken wing
to your fading soul, strength I’ll bring.
I’ll wipe away your tears
and fight away our fears.
Because I hear you.
I feel you.
Like countless times you did,
I’ll save you.