i met a hero.
in a funeral.
gloomy faces.
tears. whispers of care.
i met his eyes
and his met mine
my heart whispers
be strong...
he nod and turn away.
condolences after another
his lips curve a warm smile
tears in the corner of his eyes
he give up his shoulder
he give up his lost
for now, its for others
mine have to wait for now.
now he's the hero
and one i cant hold on to
shared.
one that will never be my own
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