In days of old, with hope-filled eyes,
pride beamed from upon my face.
But now and then a hero dies
and a mere mortal takes his place.
Understand? I think, I must
for their outcome is most unsought.
A sacrifice of life? Unjust
in what their selfless fate has brought.
But don't believe, not for one second
that YOU deserve such praise.
Abandonment? Both harsh and quick
lost in teardrops, hate, and haze.