The Meaning Of Stories

Stories

Heroes and heroines, tales that are told
People that are willing to be brave and bold.
They seek no praise for the heroic feats
They only do things to bring about peace.
Mighty and awesome these heroes do seem
Ready to face down the evils supreme.
They have friends there to help them along their way
Loved ones that stay as the world fades away.
Fighting back demons and monsters and mad men
Feeling the darkness win time and yet again.
Rising above and standing up tall
Even when feeling worthless and small.
They keep getting up when they've been knocked down flat
They pick up their weapon and go back in combat.
They never give up and they never give in.
And that is what makes a true hero or heroine.
These heroes you tell me are plain make believe
You tell me "They are not as good as they seem!
You devote too much time to their praise and their study!
They're not worth your time, it's still just a story."
But oh, you're so wrong, just as wrong as can be.
These "stories" are not just some "stories" to me.
These legends and myths instill hope in our hearts
They help us through our lives and the very tough parts.
These tales that are told to us don't feel to me
To be simply made up; they're true as can be.
I now understand why I love fantasy
I know why it's not just some story to me.
I may not be facing a magical foe
Willing to slay me and send me below.
But I have my own challenges and quests to go on.
I have my own path to walk until dawn.
These amazing role models set standards it's true
But I am just like them; I can push through.
I must keep on going though I cannot see
The light at the end that's waiting for me.
I don't walk alone; I have loved ones too
Right here beside me to help me get through.
I'll rise like those heroes I hail and I praise
And fight with a fervor that will burn and blaze.
I'll dance through my darkness until at the end
I'll sit alongside my dearest of friends.
I'll watch the sun rise over the world that I saved.
My own world I live in, no longer enslaved.
No one will know of the struggles in me
It will no longer matter, I'll finally be free.
So tell me again that these myths are to you
As dull as a torn tattered broken old shoe.
Declare to my face that these legends I hear
Have no place at all in the civilized ear.
I'll be like those heroes I so dearly love
I'll turn the other cheek and I'll rise above.
These make believe places and people and things
Save more real people then you may think it seems.