Heroes

Raised upon platforms

Exalted in echoes

Treated like gold

And truth be told

It just shows how lacking we are

That we go so far

To treat another human

Like a hero

Did he go

To the depths of the sea

Did he find a cure

For a sickness so unnecessary?

Does he spout rainbows from his mouth

Or create magic when he speaks?

Did he shed light

In a world that was so bleak?

At the end of the day

When the sun fades away

He too will lie in bed

With a pillow under his head

He soul will be stolen

And only returned if he is found worthy

But not all are always privy.

Yet still, there are those

We treat with kid gloves

And see through rose colored glasses

But if you ask me

Those are the people

That need to be wearing the gloves

Digging in the dirt

Proving their true worth

Instead of making the rest of us

Question our own.