I watch life running when I lose my own pride;
I am still crying. I have a trembling heart inside
The Sun through windows gives me strengths to stop my scream
But I'm no hero. I don't want to be like him
They say: "no fear!" But I can't ignore my pain
They say: "be better!" But I left my sword again
I take my baggage and I leave her door-key
I write one letter to an unknown addressee
I find my essence. I become all bad, all bad
But they don't know that I am a simple lad
And I don't care what they think about my scream
I am no hero. I don't want to be like him
No Hero
© Copyright: Linn L.Kravts, 2004
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