In a current place, in a nearby time
The soldiers fight enemies, the poets read rhymes
They are hero's of elegance, Hero's riding the wind

But the real hero's are not carved in stone
Their names aren't in headlines, their glory's not known
At night they tuck you into bed, Hero's, they bring home the bread

Hero's do dishes and clean up the floor
They wash your socks and fix the door
They hold you when you're achin', thru the endless long night, And never sleep 'til you're alright

Hero's will offer a soft word of guidance
Some tough ultimatims, it sometimes gets tense
They do more than those in books you've read, Hero's ,they bring home the bread