Behind the face of a leader,
In the quiet of his home
Hidden from the sight of more than some,
Lives the brokenness of humanity.
A man lives,
Broken, like the rest of us.
His brokenness is not of one who breaks
For the brothers he has never met;
No. It is not one who longs to fight for every fight;
It is not one cries for those who cry;
But one who breaks for his own pain,
One who knows the fallenness of his own heart
Of a man who fights to keep his head high
For more than just himself,
Fighting back the tears of a heart
That must be silenced to seem strong.
The reflection of his mask has blinded many
Who see him flawlessly.
The notice of his mask, his title,
Gave them a feeling of authority.
They judge his ideologies,
They criticize his actions,
Observing his every move,
Eager to crucify
If ever dares he show
Even the hint
Of his human nature,
Dares he ever
Make a clanger.
They all forget
One simple aspect:
He is simply a man.
In the quiet of his home,
Hidden in his thoughts
Is found the angst of every soul
A desire to see his own world become
What he dreams life should have been.
He realizes that many share his dream
But few ever recognize his burden.
Choosing to be blind by the mask
That shows that he is the greatest of men,
They criticize him
Again.
But just like a child,
He had a simple wish.
Seeing this world become
Better than what it is.
He shared his hope
A hope of haven,
And they gave him
The journey of Hell.
You see,
Someone
Should have told him that
Someone
Should have told him that
Weakness is not aloud
For the greatest of men.
Now, victim of his good intention,
The crowd
Leaves him alone
To find a way
To lead them on
To a new home.
Only the best,
They expect.
Artfully,
They made the dream of his freedom
Become the curse of his existence.
But little does he know that
They also have a dream.
Thinking that they are a better man,
Than he will ever be,
They long to be the possessors of his mask,
Desiring to be the reflectors of this dream.
Those fools will never realize how blinded
They are by the reflection of this mask.
It glitters hope but hides a man cursed
To stand alone.
To stand alone.
And the story goes on that
All they see
Is a dream, an ideal,
A hope led by a simple man.
How could they forget that
Although human
He remains a great man?
Voluntarily, he bears
The bruises of responsibility
The bruises of responsibility
And suffers the cuts of adversity
In the name of a vision.
While they wait for change,
He daily fights for it;
Never loosing faith,
He holds on to this dream
More
Than the rest of us.
This mask he gladly wears,
And his name he well deserves,
He is called Greatness
For his strength
One can never compare.
