What would the world be like if everything was alright, we need a hero to fight those who steal light; middle of the night and I can't sleep; because that's when wolves prey on sheep ; murdered in their sleep without an echo or a peep, in the face of defeat the mirror will repeat whatever you speak especially if you're weak it may seem bleak, don't take it on the cheek you are unique ; weep for now while you stand your ground in a town where they surround a once crowned hero of a miracle ; so beautiful its spiritual ; hardly visible its thought to be whimsical