The Last Son

Flash your smile at the door, show excitement and delight
Box office premier, bring the family for a good time
See the tale of a Black Masked figure, lone in the night
Slashing a "Z" in hopes that you'll catch a few tonight in safety
Front row sits a boy, bright eyed and loved
With hopes and dreams, and folks who beam over him
He was their riches
With every flick of the blade the boy's smile widens
Oh, to be a hero is a lonely hope and dream

Fly home
Hold onto the moment like the loving hands you held back then
It's almost as if they were still yours to hold
When fear becomes you remember what your father said before

The cowardice shots echo against the walls of his memory
They pale in comparison to the bravery of the blade, and, paler still
The faces long lost behind the sobs of a boy who never needed more than to hear the word son

Fly home
Hold onto the moment like the loving hands you held back then
Hold onto the memories of their smiles... the only pearls you ever valued

They used to tuck in the blanket of Knightfall draped across his shoulders and kiss his cheek
Let him dream of adventure and wake to their eyes
But when trembling tears fall in the wake of a storm
It's the words of a father that make an orphan a hero