I'm No Hero

The pounding heart, it starts to race,

A brand-new mask, a different face.
It hides behind the daily news,
Shifting truths and worn-out views.

The ache today’s not hard to trace—
Just miles away from my own place.
From where I’d greet the break of dawn,
But now that road feels far and gone.

It’s a flight that cuts the sky,
Then dives beneath where eagles fly.
On this long and endless ride,
In a world that dances then tries to hide.

It’s a flight that sinks, not soars,
With rusted wings and bolted doors.
I’m nailed against this empty wall—
And now I barely feel at all.

No, I’m not a hero,
Not one with stars to claim.
I’m not a hero,
Just one more lost name
Since the war went down in flame.

I sleep in fog, in silver-grey,
Where fallen trees just rot away.
And dreams that chased the wind at night,
Collapse before they take their flight.

Oh, what a weight, what bitter luck—
To trip just past the final truck.
From all the fear I tried to hide,
From all the pain I held inside.

It’s a flight that won’t ascend,
A note that bends but doesn’t mend.
To be remembered, that was the plea—
But I forgot how to fly free.

No, I’m not a hero,
Not made of fire and pride.
I’m not a hero,
Just someone who tried—
And watched the dream subside.