Hero

There stands the hero,
Upon his public pedestal,
On display for all the masses,
An example for the children.
No smile on his face,
No fire left in his eyes,
His heart has lost the battle,
His spirit has lost the fight.
Too long the eyes have followed him,
Too large the stack of mail,
The endless stream of interviews,
Everyone follows in his trail.
He has sold what once was sacred,
Left behind his initial goals,
He got caught up in the glory,
Now he simply fills the role.
But who's to blame for this?
Is it him or is it us?
We ask for a model to follow,
And we'll give him what he wants.
Enter small-town good samaritan,
Exit empty hero, goodness lost.
We have taken the hope for the future,
And made a poster-boy without a cause.

Peace,
Justin