Supreme Act Of Heroism

Who’s able to judge the Truth?
Or a piece of spirit almost unknown to him
Who’s able to hate his being?
Cutting the thread that ties him with Life

Thought without any discretion for some…
Offence to the Creator for true believers
Fast way that estranges from sorrow

Big, empty words that are so dull and silly
Words without meaning or true value
When the hour of reechoing is at hand…

Being always unharmed is so pretty
But sometimes Fate has a different view
Comparing the proceedings and the results
The looming disappointment haunts you
How many can stand the pain in soul
When this is their only truth in life…

The feeling of Sin is always relevant
But courage is always a big virtue
A Supreme Act of Heroism that delivers
Is sometimes the essence of freedom

Who dares to oppose to destiny
To everything unworthy but exists
Who dares to oppose misery
That never asked but it’s his main comrade

Decorum, a word of magic
Hero, the one who protects it