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There are those that lead, that fight
There are those that defend, that assist
There are those that battle, that war
And there are the rest
Who stay behind and pick up
The scattered pieces.
So we must ask ourselves...
Who are the true heroes?
The fighters? The defenders? The assisters?
Or perhaps the rebuilders?
Fighters. Defenders. Rebuilders. Battlers.
Assistants. Offenders. Destroyers. Losers.
Are they all heroes? Or are they all
Simply people, questing, for what they believe is right...
They all want the same thing
To be a hero...
In someone else's eyes
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