The Hero Speaks

You see the sword, the fearless face—

The tales of glory, grit, and grace.

But never asked what lies beneath,

The weight I wear, the grief I sheath.

I fought for you, I bled and burned,

While dreams to ash and silence turned.

The cheers rang loud—but not the cost,

The lives I led, the ones I lost.

So hear me now, just once, at last:

I am not just my battles passed.

I carried hope, and doubt, and dread—

A thousand ghosts I never said.

Let me be more than myth or flame—

A heart that breaks, and rose, the same.