They presence every moment that we woundn't wish
Fight every consequence without self-interest
Show mercy in our routh behavior, faults and mistakes
Protect us for a longer life, or for the best

They had a true identity, and just that matters
Fools want to unmask them out of self-interest
They are blind, but listen, embracing souls
Twenty-four seven guards, with no rest

I guess real heroes cry more
More then they want, at least
I guess real heroes are never sure
The feeling they bond is a bliss

I guess real heroes faint
And fake, and lie, and get ill
I guess they are no saints
I guess they love without feeling it

They bust their lives to raise others
Giving and given up for all but self-interest
Bending light like scattered darkholes
To brighten life out of beloved ones, I guess

I guess real heroes cry more
More then they want, at least
I guess real heroes are never sure
The feeling they bond is a bliss