It wasn't heroism
When I wasn't afraid to die
Knowing in my heart
That few would truly miss me
Nor was it heroism
When, despairing and lost
I sought out danger
Disappointed I survived
I'm not a hero, I'm just
Incapable of standing idle
Raging, at petty tyrants
Waiting for the moment to act
But at least now
Instead of apathy and self-destruction
I fight with hope in my heart
And fury in my soul.