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BLUE SUN ROOM FILK
Just a random little poem that I wrote. I guess you could interpret it as Firefly-related, but it's not really.
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What is a hero?
Is he a man called Hercules?
Or is he a saint down on his knees?
Is she a girl with no fear?
Or is she a woman who wipes away tears?
Is he a tall man standing strong?
Or is he a little boy who knows right from wrong?
Is she a warrior fighting hard?
Or is she a girl who protects those she loves from harm?
Heroes come in many forms
Tall and strong, rough and worn
Only some are truly real
They can teach us how to feel
Only some are truly true
Only some care about me and you
Is he a movie star?
Or the poor mechanic who fixes your car?
Is she a mother and wife?
Or is she a soldier who saves a life?
Is he out on the grid iron?
Or is he in the cage with a lion?
Is she a pilot in the sky?
Or is she a teacher separating truths from lies?
Is he a man in a firefight?
Or is he a man spreading light?
Is she a writer tapping keys?
Or is she a captain on the seas?
Is he a man who would give you his life?
Or is he a man with a house and a wife?
Is she a lead on Broadway?
Or is she a giver in every way?
Is he a man who can break down and cry?
Or is he a man who holds in it and lets out a sigh?
Is she a woman fighting a storm?
Or is she a nurse helping new ones be born?
Heroes are what we make them to be
Heroes are different for you and me
We choose who we keep inside
We choose who stays and who hides
We choose our heroes
Ohhhhhhhh
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Wednesday, January 3, 2007 5:52 PM
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Thursday, January 4, 2007 9:47 AM
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Saturday, January 6, 2007 10:03 AM
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