Compositor: Tony Venuto
On the other side, far from the light
Imperfect reflections distort in my mind
Until she recognized what I held inside
Helped me back on my feet
You may say there are no heroes left
You may say they’ve all gone west
But when I step outside my door, it’s clear to see
There’s more and more walking by each day
Holding heads up high
When the smoke begins to rise
Feels like the world’s going blind
But as the fires spin and fly
I see ‘em lining up to fight
I’ve seen the best and I’ve seen the worst
I’ve seen the blessed, I’ve seen the cursed
Wherever you are, I hope you can see
There’s no place I’d rather be
You may say there are no heroes left
You may say they’ve all gone west
But when I step outside my door, it’s clear to see
There’s more and more walking by each day
Holding heads up high
More and more walking by each day
Holding their heads up high