Of what use is a hero
Now the dragons are all gone?
A helmet hangs beside the door
The white knight lies awake ‘til dawn
Remembering a battle
With a foe that he could see
When the honor and the glory
Showed him clearly who he ought to be
His big hands grip the blanket
Like the triggers of a gun
And cannons echo in his ears
‘Til bravely fought, the night is won
He rises with the sunlight
And stands before the door
He stares into a blazing sky
And dreams of life, and fire, and war
Dark visions dance before him
While he’s shaving at the mirror
And driving to his daily grind
He fights a small, persistent fear
Of what use is a hero
When there is no wrong or right?
The battle’s hardest on the ones
Who will not run and cannot fight
