Who are you heroes
And are they dead
Or are they very much alive
inside of your head
Or do they dwell deep in your heart
Or do they only survive for the sake of art
Who are your heroes
And what do they inspire
Do they light the flame
Or do they stoke the fire
When you hear their words, does your ribcage rattle
Do they push you to love, or more toward battle
If your heroes knew they were your heroes
Would they even be proud
Would you stick out to them as someone better than the rest of the crowd
Would they be happy, or sad, with how you’re turning out
Do their lessons and examples shed the light
Or just cast longer shadows of doubt