My Hero


My hero is neither man, nor woman,
warrior, nor poet.
My hero is freedom, it is choice,
the idea of an action, a whisper of a voice.
My hero does not walk the streets, nor travel roads,
it lives within us; our hearts, our very souls.
My hero asks for nothing except a voice,
an opportunity, a moment to be heard.
For in this moment its whispers turn to roars.
My hero turns the mighty to the meek,
and the weak to the strong.
For it resides within us, travels through us,
and guides us out the storm.
My hero is neither man, nor woman,
warrior, nor poet.
My hero is the courage to stand up,
the bravery to speak, and the valor to face the world.
My hero is freedom,
it is choice,
the idea of an action,
a whisper of a voice.

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