Bullets bounced off my chest,
So fast I’d be beat them to the arrest.
Strong as steel and I could fly,
Like a god, I would never die.
That was then, but this is now,
They said it could happen, but I didn’t know how.
The enemy slipped me that pill,
That one fateful night that sealed the deal.
I remember it like it was last night,
Oh, I put up one hell of a fight.
At home in bed, sick with the flu,
No longer made of steel, what’s a hero to do?
I reminisce of days now past,
That’s why they’re the glory days, they never last.
A week has gone by, I’m feeling better,
I check the mail and still no letters.
On the rooftop to get some fresh air,
The people just don’t seem to care.
Over the ledge they scurry below,
Unscathed by the fallen hero they know.
I peer out and gaze at the sun,
Take ten steps back and start to run.
I press my face against the wind,
And wish that I could fly again.
Copyright 2009 by Taft Sowder