by Jordan Green

You’ve never seen a battle’s blood
Heard the ring of a bullet shot
Carried a dead man down the stairs
But I know that you’ve got

What it takes to be a hero
Can you tell me what it means to be strong?
It seems that you are some kind of hero
Don’t know what I’d do if you’re ever gone

I’ve never seen a meaning smile
Or heard songs quite like yours
Your hands are worn and shining
Showing that you’ve always got

What it takes to be a hero
I can tell you what it means to be strong
You sure seem to be some kind of hero
Don’t know what they’d do if you’re ever gone

It’s all about the way your eyes can glow
It’s everything that you say to me
When I around your spirit shows
Then inside I really know

What it takes to be a hero
Is more than red stripes and white stars
All that we need to be a hero
Is a country with freedom just like ours.

by Jordan Green

I am acquainted with the night
Her dark eyes stare into mine
As we search for something a bit more
Than what we may see after the sun
Has had his day
And I wish my soul could shimmer
Like her iridescent sighs of
That which is not to come
And that which is.
I know the duskness of each woman
Is nothing like the ebony around me now
And no glimmer of thought could convince
Me of what you know
Because I know what the night holds
Cloudy, but my soul can shimmer
Like every glowing sign of
That which hasn’t been
And that which has.
Every star is a quality, a trait
I have chosen to associate with the night.
Sometimes my ponders can travel toward filled skies
And find their way past my pillowed imaginings
Because I know the what the night holds
Maybe one day my soul will shimmer
Extending past her glittery amazement of
Things that haven’t been told
And things that have.
I will be that ever-knowing pensive star
Chasing away nightmares, so cold
I’m acquainted with the night
And I know every dream she holds