Heroes all and every one
Heroes fighting ’til we’ve won
Work through rise and set of sun
Making right ’til we’re undone
Heroes rise and heroes fall
Humbly we accept the call
Shedding dreams, forsaking all
Collect our swords, defend the wall
Heroes choices we must make
Heroes woundings we must take
Deny ourselves for others’ sake
Courage show although it’s fake
Some of us are born to it
Some of us choose to seek it
But most of us become Heroes because it was thrust upon us
Inside I quake. Inside I shake.
I cry and scream and drown in lakes
Of circumstance beyond control.
I just want us all to come out of this life
I feel like a sponge.
I soak it all up and take it all in
Because that is my job.
All your dirty water,
Gross and grime,
Your wants and desires;
You’ve used me to clean the world
With little thought to my own plans and needs.
Heartlessly you irradiate me.
I’ve begun to smell.
You hate me
For all the ugliness you’ve forced into my being.
So many voices shout in my head.
Such a popular sponge am I!
They wheedle and prattle and
Convince each other they are right.
No one really cares about the nasty old sponge.
For one moment of peace
I wish the dog would just eat me.