We all want to be the heroes of our own story.
We slay our own dragons and the world looks on in awe.
They throw us a parade because without us, all hope would be lost
We get the girl or the guy, and a happily ever after in the palace
Our children grow up to look at us as something to live up to
They see an image to imitate
But the truth is
If we were all heroes then who would be in the crowds?
Some of us will live and die and only our loved ones will notice
We'll cheer from the sidelines of the parade
As some soot-stained warrior holds the head of the monster high in the air
We'll take pictures and place them on the mantle next to ours
And our children will point and dream to be just like them
But the truth is
If they all became heroes, then who would be in the crowds?
So as I wake up in the morning and choose
Between the suit of armor or the suit and tie
I'll take my sword up the mountain
Because even if I never come back
You will never see me in the crowds.
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