A hero?
No, that's not me.
A hero can fly,
A hero is strong,
A hero can climb up walls, And a hero always shows up in the nick of time.
I can't fly, and I'm not strong.
I'm afraid of heights, and I'm always late.
Sure, I fight fires and help sick kids.
And ask for nothing in return,well, except for a smile. :)
But, that doesn't make me a hero...
Does it?
NO!
A hero has x-ray vision,
A hero can teleport,
A hero owns laser rings,
And a hero has the ability to heal instantly.
I can't do that!
I can't afford laser rings,
And the paper I got last week, STILL hurts.
So, I can't be a hero...
Can I?
No, I don't think so.
But.. wouldn't reading to the blind count?
It IS a good deed.
And, hey!
I volunteered at the retirement home yesterday.
The lady I stayed with was so grateful.
So, can I be a hero?
Well, I think giving good advice,
On not doing drugs,
To a man I just met,
Is a little heroic.
So, ya!
I guess I am a hero after all.
I take flight when I save someone from a fire.
I gain strength when I help a sick child.
My x-ray vision is seeing how other people think,
And being patient with their thoughts.
I heal the need and the want to be normal,
Of the ones who are disabled.
So I think I am a hero!
I have all those powers,
But I just didn't know it.
Now I do though,
And I'll continue being a hero
For as long as I can
-By,
A hero who didn't know a thing.