Heroes are made, they say. Never born.
There’s no inherent strength that we rely on
We’re ordinary people, tired and worn
More buffalo-gazelle than English lion

Heroes are made, they say. Never born.
It’s true enough when taken at face value
But making’s bivalent, you see. It can
as well mean force as forge. This fear is virtue

You love us when we’re heroes, in the mud
But we are struggling to swim within this flood
And you won’t even knit us socks
And you won’t even knit us socks
And you won’t even knit us socks
to stem the blood