Mother of a hero,
And the long-shot pass,
Immaculate conception
With a rhinestone mass.
Sittin' there so pretty
On way up high
On a pedestal with Zeus
In the wild blue sky.
Lost in the symbols
And the statues fine,
Twisted by the language
And to tow the line:
Makes you like a puppet
On real thin strings,
And when it comes unraveled
Gotta see real things:
Like all the little egos
With their frantic days,
Need a daddy hero
To pave their ways.

So put a face on God,
With a throne-room too,
On your knees to get there
Keeps 'em glued to you.
But being what you must
In a moment of time
Can get you in a fix
With the ruling slime.
So the message of the hero,
In his time of pain,
Was that he was just the same
As a Dick or Jane,
And that all the wild things
That he did and said,
Will soon be common place
Once you get it in your head:
That the answer isn't things,
But from depths we hide…
So pull it all together
From the love inside!

Copyright 2005 Clasmeyer