Heroic Men

Lo' behold my children of the night.
For arrives a new hero borne of light.
He has the fist that could shatter boulders.
The weight of the world sits on his shoulders.

The people loved him like a god.
At his chivalry they all applaud.
Granted him the key to the city.
Made him an instant celebrity.

Dotting the soil with the tips of his fingers.
As he challenges exotic death that lingers.
Though he is a savior he is but a common man.
Try as though you may, catch him if you can.

Though the hero transcends reality with act.
Reality can bounce back for a matter of fact.
Little did he think on actions he takes.
For even heroic men commit mistakes.

Dear Yahweh

This morning I ask of you, God...

What is the serenity to accept the things I cannot change?
To take hold of the reigns that are beyond my range?
Am I to sit idly while the walls crumble?
Am I to wrap myself in guilty ensemble?

What is the courage to change the things that I can?
To once again acquire the trust of my beloved clan?
In eternal paralysis what can I move?
In their eyes of hatred what can I prove?

What is the wisdom to know the difference of the two?
To assure the masses that what I say is true?
Does redemption come with time?
Or are there stairs I must climb?