Heroes Born Dead

Thinking and feeling
Brilliantly for their time
Maybe someday
Somebody will understand

Most of the time
Undermined by the majority
Unable to demotivate
Them through their strange ideas

Running nonstop
Although the winds blow hard
Living nonstop
Although their lives are against them
Running nonstop
Although the winds blow hard
Fighting nonstop
Even knowing the end

The flowers lie in their graves
Dead and forgotten by their uselessness
But the souls of these men
Are beyond time
And now, people can understand
Heroes born dead