A voice for the masses
A man that could build a bridge
We made him more than a man could be
To say he could falter was considered sacrilege
A hero can never be free

Crucified by your own peers
They once held you dear

We love our heroes until they fall
Then we are the first ones to cast the stone
We love our heroes more when they die
Then we are the first ones to mourn and cry

Broken down and ridiculed
Fallen off your pedestal
We laughed about the tales of your failure
And when our hero passed away
We all turned around to say
"the deepest respect for your grandeur"

Those who have mocked you for years
Cry crocodile tears