To feel a crying hero.
For the bright hues that go black,
With sad lonely 2a.m. mornings,
I hope they find strength amidst
the blues that they feel;
A hero is crying, to turn
The sky to blue, the sun to yellow;
Like the sunflowers that blooms in may
And white for peace.
We must feel the hero,
And it's beating inside all of us.
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