His hero is gone

Like weeds

His hero is gone
Their words whisper lightly into newborn virgin ears:
"Our truth is the truth. Seek no solace in finding roots"
But the shadows have foes & like weeds we will grow.
Now there's a war being waged: it's over our words we must
Face as our lives unfold & convictions are old the real
Truth is told & like weeds we will grow
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