Heroes

This squeaky clean appearance
I've been working on
Is often in the way
Of the truth and life that I'm portraying
This narrow road I'm walking
Is rising up to meet me
Meet me right square in the face
I'm praying
Lord guide us to see
The key to our redemption
Is knowing our humanity

There are no heroes
There are no great ones here
We're only fools who know that we are fools
There are no saints here
There are no guiltless ones
We're only those who know that we've been rescued

The ancient art of making
You believe that I am
Half as good as I wish I was