That Song

They’ve just started that song, “Let me be your Hero”, on the radio station I’m listening to. That was the song of my divorce. I’ll never be able to hear that song without feeling near tears or some other emotion. So much to feel for just a few words.

Part of it all is that I doubt I’ll ever have any of that. Too old, too un-pretty, too hard to trust or believe, too unlikely that anyone will look at me that way.

Let me be your hero

Would you dance
If I asked you to dance?
Would you run
And never look back?
Would you cry
If you saw me crying?
And would you save my soul, tonight?

Would you tremble
If I touched your lips?
Would you laugh?
Oh please tell me this.
Now would you die
For the one you loved?
Hold me in your arms, tonight.

I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.

Would you swear
That you’ll always be mine?
Or would you lie?
would you run and hide?
Am I in too deep?
Have I lost my mind?
I don’t care…
You’re here tonight.

I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.

Oh, I just want to hold you.
I just want to hold you.
Am I in too deep?
Have I lost my mind?
Well I don’t care…
You’re here tonight.

I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.
I can be your hero.
I can kiss away the pain.
And I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.
You can take my breath away.

I can be your hero

Listening to that song is like picking at a big scab and wondering how long it would take to bleed to death.

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