Quiet Hero

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    Quiet Hero

    He stands alone within the crowd;
    His eyes are heavy and he wears a broken crown;
    No matter how they try, they can't bring him down.

    He walks alone within the crowd,
    But holds his head up high;
    Never looking back toward the end,
    His soul soars the sky.

    Locked in his soul is the key to the world;
    Locked away;
    So maybe we'll learn someday?

    Wars come and go;
    Oceans roar and flow;
    Time goes on, but stopped at zero;
    Keep in mind this quiet hero.

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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