We are all waiting for the hero,
To save us from the maddest day.
But no one understands it clear,
That it’s just us who make it grey.
We are all waiting for the hero,
To help us choosing better way.
We want him always to stay near,
And be the one who won’t betray.
We are all waiting for the hero,
To be amongst his close friends.
We want him to be nice and real,
And we all hate it when night ends.
Because at night we all imagine,
That he is ours and we dream.
That he’ll protect us from all dangers,
Instead of trying to be him.