gods Are they now at piece Or are they fighting evermore To earn their last release? Midgard, Heaven, kingdom come Are they all the same Fallen heroes
shotgun barrel that's about to make me bleed Like an ulcer in the stomach of the beast Like a little girl on a bed that was years ago deceased Resurrected last
Little pitchers have big ears, don't stop to count the years Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios Sam stone's welcome home, didn't last too
been in every jail from here to Juarez And every funky old backstreeet saloon He's a victim of his fate Born a hundred years too late And sometimes I think A hundred years
'll open up my head awhile it's been dead for years I must have been a victim of my peers One is for my happiness the other one for my health The last
smile and say But lord I have it all A rembrandt in his own right A master at his craft Creating something beautiful A memory that will last And always last
's a book by an author named Carol S. Pearson from the mid-70s called The Hero Within: Six Archetypes We Live By Even though it's nearly forty years old
last curtain falls A hundred years of past Has spoken All the great warriors are sown Into history's flag Like a book of the seven seals Of the heroes
blue lights are falling Night is warm Came down with a promise I have my best shirt on I lower myself now It is a way to forgot Of last year's failure
coast From my dark and empty life I can not hide Don't know how many years have past, or how long this journey will last Tomorrow seems so far far away
last hello Has left me on the floor I don't believe in Romeo's and heroes anymore The last hello The last hello I don't believe in romeos or heroes
empty sky, We never thought that the rain would fall, As the years went by. Don't let the memory die, Childen of the sky, heroes of the sea. And as your
(I) always that I was the cool kid class-clown Thats until you called me last year's loudmouth Now I'm full of these modern day self-doubts Got me feeling
days full of wonder In the ashes of your time when the dragon screams for more The reptiles make their comeback in your eyes And heroes fall for heroin
The circus is full of smoke After all this years Some were good, some were bad Didn't know what I was about to start when I started Though I wrote it
Fortune's twist And I was the last True hero from the past Sailor, come here... I hear a trace of the ocean noise Fascinated...! The move of waves is like a voice Hero
of somebody?s abuse? I take the bottle and I tip it to all my heroes that have passed Alas, you have left us but your stories they will last Uninspired
allow to exist around us. * The nuclear hardware produces in the last three decades Will pollute the Earth for thousands of years. A nuclear war will