Sep 23, 2012 05:00
i want to be a superhero,
-but i am not.
(for) weakness is my strength.
But even if the tights mean nothing,
beneath my clothes they stretch.
i am superhuman, (no doubt 'bout that.)
-because it hurts.
Claiming not the Ubermensch--
ev'ry night; most days- people are really something,
just small minutes counting 'til the end of flesh.
I will love you forever with all i am,
that's not a matter of choice.
I'll be (if i must, i must): always the last one left.
the cry, the truth, the kicks and all the screaming,
the song I sing remains the song i sang.
Even if i cannot save everyone,
or any single person at all:
before my fists villains yet quake.
At the end of the story if there is no meaning-
my journey's purpose will stay.