A let me tell you something,
You're valuable, look at you when weak need help they run to you like a king,
They know your strong enough to give or you'll go get it,
They know you're warrior, they shining your shield,
They thank you for your devotion and skill,
I know it make you smile and understand as person how being a hero makes you feel,
But to save you let's be for real,
When they talk of you they say few,
Listen at whom they don't include or argue,
They raise they son to never think of being you or your profession and craft,
You give and you give, but do the math,
But if you need it should be provided for you measure, but is that ever seen,
You could tear down the curtains of OZ, break disclosures and shred there fabric of being,
Human Being,
Fool but you're never cruel,
Spare destruction down to the molecules,
Scream to yourself king,
But you're forever the best of them suffering unseen,
They tell you pray just laugh and stare back void and say you'll never understand,
How precious the minutes and second, and the grace of giving King,
For Camelot, and inner peace,
Let the dead sleep,
Charity as tears, secrets to keep,
To the few, the pain.
©dexxtoby
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