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They presence every moment that we woundn't wish Fight every consequence without self-interest Show mercy in our routh behavior, faults and mistakes Protect us for a longer life, or for the best They had a true identity, and just that matters Fools want to unmask them out of self-interest They are blind, but listen, embracing souls Twenty-four seven guards, with no rest I guess real heroes cry more More then they want, at least I guess real heroes are never sure The feeling they bond is a bliss I guess real heroes faint And fake, and lie, and get ill I guess they are no saints I guess they love without feeling it They bust their lives to raise others Giving and given up for all but self-interest Bending light like scattered darkholes To brighten life out of beloved ones, I guess I guess real heroes cry more More then they want, at least I guess real heroes are never sure The feeling they bond is a bliss From Letras Mania