They are not supernatural beings, They are not perfect, They are not without flaws, They only stretched themselves a little longer, They only pushed further against the tide, Often times they were close to yield point, They didn’t throw in the towel, They have fears as everyone else, Courage only cloaked it, Like gladiators its spring welled up in them, They have monsters that stare them in the face, They also wrestle demons, Not anything phantom scares them to quit, They see light in the darkest of nights, They see a ray of hope filtering through the clouds, The hidden truth about heroes is that they don’t wear their heart on their sleeves, They wear it under an armour.