He takes the world in his hands
His feet sinking in the sands;
Swimming through the blue sea of
Darkness
With a lost sense of brightness;
His back curving against the weight
And with his back bends his fate;
He sees only red.
How I wish I could carry it for you
Under the deep purple sky, Bonded as two;
Instead I just plant seeds
And rid the world of the weeds;
Waiting for you to leave the stars
And come home without scars;
Yet he is called the hero.