With a whimper of a sound
what should have been a thud,
he fell from our pedestals,
and crumbled ,not even bled
OUR HERO IS DEAD!
Aah the anguish, oh the pain,
the tears were all in vain,
he died not valiant but fled
OUR HERO IS DEAD!
his cape was found all soiled,
he dispassionately had toiled,
to keep his dying flame,
his promises and his name,
one costume had he donned
another one on him spread.
Our hero is dead!
Do you know what of him became?
not a chaff of dust or a grain
the diminished are left for martyrs
but he died in utter disdain
your bitterness outweighs your pain?
Yes, it is so plain,
I do not cry, we will not mourn
we let out our ire in groans
He wore a mask to please,
the charade now just plays,
on a painted plastered face.
OUR HERO IS NOW A CLOWN!he brushed aside our hopes,
and brushed on self some hues,
he drew an ear to ear grin,
to cover a perennial frown
OUR HERO IS NOW A CLOWN!
Oh, the others are amused,
and he is happy too
At the vibrancy of those hues
few can tell faces from a face,
he makes merry out of disgrace
We have cried and we have wailed
How blatantly he failed
you and I in our expectation
He was the manifestation,
of such strong belief and passion,
there is no place for reason
The man changed like a season.
I am flustered, I have rued
I kept from you the news,
Can't keep you from the blues,
You'll find them scattered around
OUR HERO IS NOW A CLOWN!
Die and die in your pain,
Do not hold the blame
it is not yours to keep
Our hero was too weak.
baseness does not run amok
in the higher self you became,
But you can not take the blame!
You will not take the blame!
A silence we will keep,
A grave we will dig,
We will bury his cape and mask,
and then laugh while we dance,
over the soil we will press our feet
and the epitaph will read....
Here lies that one man...
we loved and thus he could not be.
We take from him the wings,
we take from him the baton
and we hold them in our hands.
The world took away your hero?
The world will take your pain
There is much pride in living
In his existence there is no shame.
LONG LIVE OUR HERO!
what should have been a thud,
he fell from our pedestals,
and crumbled ,not even bled
OUR HERO IS DEAD!
Aah the anguish, oh the pain,
the tears were all in vain,
he died not valiant but fled
OUR HERO IS DEAD!
his cape was found all soiled,
he dispassionately had toiled,
to keep his dying flame,
his promises and his name,
one costume had he donned
another one on him spread.
Our hero is dead!
Do you know what of him became?
not a chaff of dust or a grain
the diminished are left for martyrs
but he died in utter disdain
your bitterness outweighs your pain?
Yes, it is so plain,
I do not cry, we will not mourn
we let out our ire in groans
He wore a mask to please,
the charade now just plays,
on a painted plastered face.
OUR HERO IS NOW A CLOWN!he brushed aside our hopes,
and brushed on self some hues,
he drew an ear to ear grin,
to cover a perennial frown
OUR HERO IS NOW A CLOWN!
Oh, the others are amused,
and he is happy too
At the vibrancy of those hues
few can tell faces from a face,
he makes merry out of disgrace
We have cried and we have wailed
How blatantly he failed
you and I in our expectation
He was the manifestation,
of such strong belief and passion,
there is no place for reason
The man changed like a season.
I am flustered, I have rued
I kept from you the news,
Can't keep you from the blues,
You'll find them scattered around
OUR HERO IS NOW A CLOWN!
Die and die in your pain,
Do not hold the blame
it is not yours to keep
Our hero was too weak.
baseness does not run amok
in the higher self you became,
But you can not take the blame!
You will not take the blame!
A silence we will keep,
A grave we will dig,
We will bury his cape and mask,
and then laugh while we dance,
over the soil we will press our feet
and the epitaph will read....
Here lies that one man...
we loved and thus he could not be.
We take from him the wings,
we take from him the baton
and we hold them in our hands.
The world took away your hero?
The world will take your pain
There is much pride in living
In his existence there is no shame.
LONG LIVE OUR HERO!
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