Hero with a 1000 faces. Ancient, old and grey. Nothing new under the sun. It just looks that way.
Hero with a thousand voices. Sounds an ancient past. It’s just that no one’s listening and that one cannot last.
It’s raining and its ugly and its stained with its mark. Its dancing between droplets and whistles in the dark.
Hero with a 1000 choices, or sorry was that just 1. I’d love to stay and chat but you know I gotsta run.