If you become the hero, you win the day
He taught you to win, taught to not fade
As he carried you far down the hallway
You ached, a fever burned inferno inside
And you never questioned if you'd survive
For his hand was firm, his hand was kind
Your master was your faith, he'd command
He would sacrifice all, even become damned
Child of his own flesh, he taught you to stand
Only one who gives all knows
The cost of heroism
The cost of hope
