He Isn't A Vigilante

There's a hero who's given up the fight. Tired -of always doing what's right. His blood is thicker than water. For the whole human race Is -like a brethren brother But even heroes need to take stock— Drawback and sleep in their quarters. 'Question: Why do I wield a sword? For foe or friend, I'm not a vigilante. So why do I always fight the dragon? Slay the seven-headed demon.'. Oh, there's got to be an end: There are times I too want to run. And cry and hide Being righteous isn't always much fun. Licking my wounds alone, none of that loving aftercare. Is -like living in hell, Oh, oh, oh, why should I care? There's a hero who's given up the fight. Tired -of always doing what's right. But in truth, he can't change. His blood is thicker than water. For the whole human race Is -like a brethren brother So he'll fight; he'll charge into the carnage. Into the inferno, wielding his blade, his sword alone For his foes or a friend Whoever's need is most, he'll fight until the end. He isn't a vigilante. He's just a hero who'll never give up on the side of right. Immeasurably his courage only wants to right a wrong His heart wants only to stand in the unit ranks of yeomanry. Till his soul is slain or taken home for real rightly.