Heroes aren't always winners
The feeling of saving a life Being the reason they're alive The pleasure of their presence The armor of their shield We live to sacrifice a day Only to never yield. Our words come out sharp We roll it like a blade We stiffen our body In the hazing blaze. The heroes come out They tighten their cheeks They hover them out They hold it in The own memorials The multiple sacrifices They all become one But never won.
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