to dead heroes

i'm at a loss.
aren't you too pretty to be found the way you were?
don't you know about all the people who ever looked up to you?
or maybe life just gets too mundane for some men;
maybe there was just an empty spot for another dead hero.

life can sing its simple melody, i suppose.
days will pass and the sun will fade again.
and we're dropping like flies down here...
why shouldn't it be you today?

but still...
inexplicable remorse washes in,
and i remember; just days ago i spoke of you.
i don't remember what i said. it doesn't matter.
these days,
you're a blank face or a dead hero.

maybe that's why you did it.