Where was my hero?.,
I’ve been writing you a letter,
Try to tell you how I feel.
When I was five you were my captain,
But growing up was quite a fear.
And though you never came by,
You never left my house.
And although your art hit my spine,
The sight of it was only in my mind.
From the frontrow I’ve been watching,
A good spot surely has a price.
But what I’ve lost and what I’m missing,
Never measure up your sacrifice.
Where's my answer on all the letters?..
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