The Weight of Pedestals Turned to Ash

He was thunder at the table, never seemed to crack
I built my world around the lie that he’d always come back
Watched him mend broken things, hold the cold at bay
But heroes snap too easy, and strong spirits betray.
The weight of pedestals turned to ash
Everything perfect turns to dust
Learning my hero was only a man, Crushed what I was

shattered who I am.
Saw his hands shake on a bottle
the truth spill out in the night
Thunder faded to silence, losing the fight
I watched him fall
the confidence draining from his jaw
Writing new stories from the ruins of the man I saw.

The weight of pedestals turned to ash
Everything perfect turns to dust
Learning my hero was only a man, Crushed what I was
shattered who I am.
No one is coming, just dust on the floor
I carry the cracks now and don’t believe anymore.

The weight of pedestals turned to ash
Everything perfect turns to dust
Learning my hero was only a man, Crushed what I was
shattered who I am.