How will I feel when the last of my heroes die?
Will I act strong in public while in the darkness I cry? Will I fool myself by pretending they still walk the earth?
Will it affect me in such a way that it will diminish my feeling of self-worth?
Will I place others on a pedestal as if to worship like those I lost?
Only to find the replacements are so easily to be tossed.
My heroes will be gone only to be remembered in the recesses of my mind.
In the dark jumbled mental warehouse they will remain safe for me to find.
They raised me, they mentored me and they gave me advice on love and life.
They were there in the good times and will guide me through the bitter strife.