As I look upon his face,
His courage shines on me,
And spurs me on to look within,
Am I scared of what I might see?

What I see is frightening,
Men with faces bold,
Eyes that stare into the sky,
And yet their heart is cold.

I am the first to go within,
And see what lies inside,
To see what heroes feel and think,
Heroes that have died.

As I slowly break away,
From the old man's bright young eyes,
I know when someone says "life's great",
Its all a pack of lies.

  © Ben Landau 1999