Heroes And Villains

My heroes hide in the dead flowers
Fighting villains behind those storm clouds
The Sunshine plays a huge part
In the play, I’m the one strumming the harp
With the Spirit of David, to soothe the World’s tormented heart
The mountains glow with a million burdens
Hills rising to the intimidating stomps of enemies
Goliath storms from the worst of heads
A pure heart is needed for the rescue
The tune of David’s harp encourages me
As I’m haunted by memories
Maybe I did this to myself
Maybe I think about the past too much
Who cares? I know my truth
I’m already here now,
And I have to find my song
Flowers open up all year long
Showing me how to fight for life
They’re heroes saying, “don’t you give up now child”
So I know I can get over my villains

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