The Hero

Poem I wrote while thinkin about death. How a fallen Hero's funeral would be. This is the result.

The violins serenade me as I am in my peacful sleep.
A gathering of peoples over my body they cry and weep.
Today begins a day of bitter grief and sorrow.
But in their heart, souls, and minds...
I am a legacy to follow.
And I alone changed the future for tomarrow.
I am a hero.
I took the path no one really follows.

Here I am lying so silent and still.
All my friends and family will miss me, I know they will.
I feel nothing.
I am a hero layed to rest.
I only did one thing,
I lived and gave my best.
I inspired many to achive and reach for success.

Now I am a sleeping hero.
Let me lay here and rest.