A hero is born, not from the laurels of glory,
But from his own righteous heart.
Accolades are not what spur him on,
And fear may slow his start.
To right a wrong or promote a cause,
His sword may be his words or deeds,
For a hero wields, despite his fear,
Whatever weapon he needs.
Though laurels bestowed, and accolades,
It’s not what a hero would seek;
He tries to defend, put right and amend,
In a manner both righteous and meek.