
You won't find my hero
Flying above the trees
He is no superhero
Or who's powers are expertise.
He might be not stong
Or even that good looking
He's been here all along
And his days aren't a story book ending.
He watchers over me at night
His big hand holding mine tight
He counts as I sleep ending at zero
He is my guardian; my friend
My hero.
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