There Was heat

The craft leveled for another pass. Bearing down on them again. Coming in fast with murderous intent. He turned to face it, having shoved the survivor into the ambulance. Bringing the rifle to bear, he looked through the eyepiece, Ship still too far off, for an accurate shot. Still he stopped his breath, focused on the target. the trigger broke, he held it for one, two, three shots, and then… [Chorus] And then the world turned white hot. There was heat, And there was impact, and there was pain, And there was darkness… he should have died on the way back But he could not let it go. They said he kept talking, He kept asking, Did she make it? He had to know. Need made him a hero, He didn’t feel it. Wasn’t anything he felt he earned. Everybody said. His were the shots, That stopped the attackers. The only reason that they returned. [Chorus] And then the world turned white hot. There was heat, And there was impact, and there was pain, And there was darkness… Now the only thing that held him together, wasn't the staples and stitches and rods, was that he had made a difference, in the path he had chosen to trod. that single survivor that broken woman that he found Unless she could find the strength to thrive. He couldn't walk the universe's ground,