Gods need to cry too, When the weight of prayers that go unanswered, Get too heavy for our shoulders. The air frozen and colder. Supers need to weep sometimes, When they feel they might die, Pass away from the hopelessness of being, A symbol for hope. When the pedestal we're put upon is too high. I need to be alone, I need a little time to grieve. Sadness overcoming my senses. I escape to where I can lower, All my defences. My sadness will eventually fade, I recharge, until I'm reborn like a Pheonix, Faith renewed, In my fortress of Solitude. It's our curse, The one to be looked up to, As every world is getting worse. Torn apart by greed, famine and wars, Chaos rules, and blood pours. Evil growing into a cataclysmic, Unstoppable, dark and heavy, Suffocating force. And we stand against it, Often alone, This is often not the life, Or duty, We would have chose. I need to be alone, I need a little time to grieve. Sadness overcoming my senses. I escape to where I can lower, All my defences. My sadness will eventually fade, I recharge, until I'm reborn like a Pheonix, Faith renewed, In my fortress of Solitude. Faith renewed, In my fortress of Solitude.
