An American Hero

By Chris Towsley

I got to an understanding,

with Me, Myself and I,

concerning this acquaintance I acquired,

this other guy.

And I realized he didn’t really know Me,

and found out, later, that he’d seen quite a bit,

I mean this guy,

was like a human spirit.

Things had always literally swirled around Him,

at times with a sound of a runaway train.

In no way had His life bred trust,

yet he trusted just the same.

And it dawned on Me,

after all the bullets,

all the fear,

all the crap,

that He had to consider the possibility,

I was just another trap.

I remember living that way too.

You would remind Yourself,

that You were fearless,

but it made You paranoid,

and stressed,

through and through.

I guess if You’re ready to stand up against it,

subversively,

it’s a foregone conclusion,

that someone’s going,

to oppose Your activity.

In fact they could number a thousand times twenty.

But the real American Heroes,

end up knowing,

about destiny.

Well I can never be an American hero,

but I do know I’m no trap.

And I wouldn’t blame,

this guy I know,

for thinking that.

But if that’s the case,

I’m going to tell Him,

to just relax.

I feel grateful to know him,

I’ve got His back.

Because even I know,

You don’t meet a true American hero,

everyday.

You just decide to back one,

if He runs Your way.

By Chris Towsley, January 2015