Our heroes are ghosts
Living on a spot called earth,
So tiny small
In the shadow of the universe.
Floating around us,
Whirling up dust beside us
And leaving nothing behind.
Our heroes are healers
Made of silver-golden mist,
Healing lost souls with high hopes.
The hopeless dreamers
Spread rumors
That hurt like double-edged knives,
And force their way into our lives.
Relentless
Reckless
Endless
Expected by the fools among us.
