My hero is a different type,
he's just your average Joe;
He's not in any comic book,
movie or sports show.
He's not a millionaire,
though I'm rich beyond my dreams;
The simple things in life are his treasures,
the more simple the better it seems.
He does'nt wear a cape to fly,
though he soars all through my heart;
No X-ray vision or laser beams,
he can't pull chains apart.
No gadet belt to save the day,
nor armor-plated clothing;
He's plain and simple, made for me,
for it's my soul he's holding.
My hero is a gifted father,
he would give them all his life;
How blessed I was when we were wed
and I became his wife.
Angel is his name for me,
though truly it is he;
He came down from the heavens,
my soul mate, meant to be.
Airman, Father, Husband,
Friend, Son and also Brother;
Many hats he has to wear,
if asked, he'd wear another.
He proudly serves his country
with honor and with duty;
All the ribbons on his chest
can't begin to show his beauty.
By his side I'll always stand
to send him on his way;
His country first, as it should be,
He'll come back to me someday.
And when he does, I'll be here waiting
winter, spring or fall;
and his arms I'll run to hold
the greatest Hero of all.
