Lyric

Wisdom, courage, and unwavering will—

Both pen and sword reside in me

I step alone into the wilderness

Where no ordinary soul dares to tread

I face the storm without retreat

Guided by judgment, moved by resolve

Each footfall reshapes the fate

Of someone I may never meet

A hero never cries aloud

A hero never runs away

He lives his purpose, quietly

With duty burning in his chest

They say he craves the taste of flesh

But that’s the fire of life itself

To love without apology—

That is how a hero fights

Some names are etched in stone

While others vanish in the wind

But pride lives on in quiet hearts

And heroes rise beyond their time

Even gods become heroes

For gods were once human too

To step west is to leave the east—

Still, we move forward. That is will

A hero speaks no pretty words

A hero never loses ground

Even locked away in shadowed rooms

He digs and finds a spark of hope

Though he may drown in carnal fire

If his soul stays clean and strong—

I will not hesitate

To call that man a hero

Each page I turn reveals a question

While answers whisper from the spine

And so I walk, still asking softly:

Perhaps the hero I seek

Is the one still writing the lines