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Hero

No fire from the skies above, No chosen fate, no gift of blood. Just common days and heavy nights, And learning how to stay and fight. The road is steep, the burden weighs, Each step feels slow through endless days. Yet when the dark begins to press, They move ahead — not flawless, blessed. A hero isn’t born in flame, Or crowned by fortune, luck, or fame. A hero’s made when hope feels small, And still they rise each time they fall. When every door seems locked and near, They find the nerve to persevere. An ordinary soul, held tight — Who chooses still to stand and fight. They doubt, they fear, they break, they bend, They wonder how this pain will end. But something deeper draws the line: “Not today — the fight is mine.” A hero isn’t born in flame, Or crowned by fortune, luck, or fame. A hero’s made when hope feels small, And still they rise each time they fall. When every door seems locked and near, They find the nerve to persevere. An ordinary soul, held tight — Who chooses still to stand and fight. No cheering crowd, no guiding star, Just knowing who you truly are. The bravest choice you’ll ever hear: To stay, endure, and still be here. A hero lives in quiet ground, Where strength is lost — then somehow found. Not perfect, fearless, pure, or clear, Just staying through another year. When all the world says, “Disappear,” They answer back, “I’m standing here.” An ordinary soul in sight — Becomes a hero by the fight. Still standing. That’s the sign.

Collected29 JAN 2026

Published29 JAN 2026

Paid0.20 GHO

Edition sizeOpen

Collectors6

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