Hero

The first one to early rise
And glares at darkness and demise
Then the last one left that still stands
Light and hope he brings and grants

Seizes his identity with no denial
He endures every hardship and every trial
For filled with passion that clearly reeks
He heals, defends, and saves the weak

Might cry or laugh at the price of folly
But has a sight for those in trouble and falling
He would hold out and cling for a moment more
And wait for the last moment to bitterly sore

With soul bent to a higher purpose and mission
He fiercely leads and fights with valor and vision
Knowing with knees bowed to the one Greater than he
The hero lives not for his own selfish glory