Saints and Sinners

What happens when the diehards, die hard

From broken hearts, smashed dreams, and thoughts of what was supposed to be

Letting go of things unseen

Wishing to return to their own reality

Far from here and left behind

By heroes who think with themselves in mind

Suddenly forgetting those that brought them fame

Leaving them to fend for themselves tired and maimed

Forgetting the definition of what a hero is supposed to be

Taking the form of their human alter egos permanently

No longer wishing to be a savior of crowds

Finding peace, cloaking themselves in normalcy like a shroud

No one can blame them for returning to their roots

Retreating to their homestead with all of their loot

Leaving us with nothing but memories and feelings of despair

At being abandoned by the people we though would always be there

But there’s always hope that someday they’ll return

In all their former glory, to save us and learn

To not call it a comeback, but rather the second coming of Christ

To look out from their perch and see that the world is ripe…

We need a hero, come back to us tonight.