The Hero
I don’t know what I’ve done nor what I’ve won they say I saved the day;
the day on a subway a stranger stared me down with honest words, “I hate you because you are everything in the world I hate,” it’s a day I saved, just tucked away.
No one knows what others have seen who crossed the plain who climbed a hill because it was there and didn’t make it down I’d trade this thrill of victory to be any other man in town. So this is how it feels to be a hero it hurts real, real bad
— Mac Crary