I thought I’d be important.
I thought I’d be brave.
I thought I’d be standing
where the fire meets the wave.

I thought I’d be important.
I thought I’d be brave.
I thought I’d be standing
where the fire meets the wave.

I thought there was a moment
where the music would swell,
where good and evil
would ring a bell.

I waited for the sign.
I waited to be called.

I miss the hero I was.
I miss the way it felt.
When the world was a story
and I was someone else.

I miss the hero I was.
Before the quiet won.

Now I count the hours.
I count the days.
I learn how to stand
in smaller ways.

I don’t fight monsters.
I don’t save the world.
I just keep breathing
when the nights go cold.

No prophecy.
No final test.

No prophecy.
No final test.

I miss the hero I was.
I miss the way it felt.
When the world was a story
and I was someone else.

I miss the hero I was.
Before the quiet won.

They never told me
that the ending wouldn’t crash.
That it would fade out slowly,
soft and flat.

They never told me
this is how it goes
you don’t die young,
you just grow old.

No

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