Peace of the mind is rare to us,
Sin with distaste and lie we must.
Hidden heroes live on our earth,
Hiding truths remaining unearthed.
These verbal bullets can maim and kill,
If needed the hero could use them at will.
Use they shall never, only destroy,
Love is the only weapon they wish to deploy.
Taking the hit, the pain, the torment,
Their emotions are tested and greatly spent.
Our heroes to us will never be known,
Their work to the world will never be shown.
The sound of glory exist it does not,
Our peace of mind is now forgot.