Hero

03:26
Sora
Andrea Hunt

Story

Lyrics and song ideas often come to me while I am driving.  An unfortunate truth as it becomes almost comical to be writing fragments of thoughts on whatever lost receipts or old papers happen to be on the floor of my car while idling at red lights ~laugh~.  "Hero" came to me in such a way, while I was thinking silly thoughts about movie villains maniacally laughing on their throne-like chairs.  I wondered if after, they phone their mothers and get lectured, if they sort their laundry into whites and darks and if they shop at bargain grocery stores.  It may have come from a silly place but evolved quickly into the question that haunts me as I watch a world that constantly needs to be warring with itself; are villains so much different from heroes?  

My grandmother lived in the Netherlands during the Nazi occupation.  She used to smuggle guns to resistance fighters in a baby carriage, past the Nazi soldiers.  She rarely speaks of those times, I think the memories are wounds that never quite heal.  Still, sometimes she will say quietly "no one should ever invade another's home".  I think of those words often while I watch countries crumble under the arrogance of moral superiority.  Villains.  Heroes.  Offense.  Defense.  Sometimes it is only perspective - after all we are all just human.   

Written October of 2009

Scorpion Moon - Sora

Lyrics

Hear the call, lay down your love
A world in need his shadowed creed
Journey’s long, questioning done
Face turns from the sun
Still my trembling hands
Stay my living thoughts
Stab my crumbling heart
My nature’s heart
My poet’s heart

Does the hero cry?
Does he gaze upon the stars
And pray for a day
When his sword song is never heard?
Does he silently lay flowers on that grave
Where his monsters and childhood
Pass beyond the day?

Voice unheard, all seems so wrong
Wondering how such hate is love
Clashing words carve out that space
Fear wrought and he’s won
Still my trembling hands
Stay my living thoughts
Stab my crumbling heart
My nature’s heart
My lover’s heart

Does the villain cry?
Does he gaze upon the stars
And pray for a day
When his sword song is never heard?
Does he silently lay flowers on that grave
Where his monsters and childhood
Pass beyond the day?

His eyes were blue
The colour of my youth
I thought they should be
As black as the sea

Does the hero cry?
Does he gaze upon the stars
And pray for a day
When his sword song is never heard?
Does he silently lay flowers on that grave
Where his monsters and childhood
Pass beyond the day?

Does the hero cry?

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