To tend the wounded
on the hospital bed
to tell the bereaved
their loved one is dead
to face the gunman
and feel the dread
is the hero we don't know

To fire on the frontline
and feel the pain
to not find a pulse
and ty again
to look for solutions
when all around is insane
is the hero we dont know

To be tired and hungry
so the famished may eat
to miss their children
to get others of the street
to face anger and danger
in all that they meet
are the heroes we dont know

Standing tall in the cold
whilst we sleep in our beds
thinking of you always
when all else has fled
no magical powers
or cape black and red
they're the heroes we don't know.