A Faceless hero
When we were just little child, Grown-ups will ask , Who is our hero? Someone that we look up, We idolize.. But little did we know, That someone we hero-worship was once a tiny child. Whose innocence is pure as white. Whose love is vast as the universe. Whose intentions is clear as the sky. And yet at a young age compelled to fight 's life battle. Being rubbed by the impurities of what we called society. And still continuously combat life adversaries. That little being never knew upon growing up, He was becoming oblivious the child that lives in him. Being neglected by his needs, His needs to be loved and to be nurtured. The kid was long forgotten and abandoned. Instead of behaving as a kid, He was forced , to act bravely, To experience, To conform, To learn these foreign things. That a grown-ups most do. Now, when anyone ask Who is the real hero? It is the spirit of a child That lives in a full-grown man. The faceless child, Forsaken by his adult self. Hope no one could ever forge