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The Death of a Hero
Contributed by
Schnikes13
on
Monday, 29th March 2004 @ 05:06:29 PM in AEST
Topic:
toughstuff
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As I leave this place today,
405 South Rush Street,
I leave a part of me behind;
I’ve tried to keep it in my heart.
Anderson must feel cold tonight;
He’s got his jacket, but he’s still frozen.
He must not know what it’s like,
To be forgotten.
There’s got to be more to it;
None of this adds up.
You’ve gone out with the wind,
While we’re still at a stop.
As I look out at these acres,
They remind me of what we promised.
You’d always be our Superman,
We’d always be your Lois Lane.
I know we never told you,
But we know you tried your best.
We’ll listen for you.
Maybe you’ll drive back one day.
We waited here for years and years,
To finally understand;
Superman always needed to fly away;
And never come back again.
Copyright ©
Schnikes13
... [
2004-03-29 17:06:29] (Date/Time posted on
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