Falling from the Heights of Metropolis

Hmm. You ask for my hero
But you won't know him.
He can't three ton throw.

He does not risk limb
But somehow finds a light
In this world of dim.

I saw him fly a kite
And I suddenly believed
There was no evil might.

Until another him feed
He was no longer strong
And could not even read

Immediately all was wrong
Hell opened up for all
And none were in holy throng

I watched his fall
When I had known his greatness
Just to watch him crawl.

From this I fell into a mess
I could not believe
That he was being laid to rest

I saw those cry until a dry heave
And I knew they did not know
He wanted us to go and leave

Yesterday I saw above fly a crow
And in it I saw his spirit
Before he was dragged to the low
And the rest of the day I followed it
And I found my own life flow
Now find you're own life and spirit, go.