Let me fly
Send me away into the wind
Take me home
Where I free fall through the sky.
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Thalia has never fit in. Not quite.
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She is the fire in a cool blue lake.
She is the sword from a stack of pens.
She is the warrior in a sea of cowards.
She is her when everyone else is not.
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Her father was the ruler of the world
Her mother was a queen who fell hard.
Her brother was a champion of the gods.
All she is are the broken remains of home.
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One thing she fears
More than anything in the world
Is love because she can never
let it go.
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Because maybe in her heart, all she ever wanted
Was to be loved without fear
Was to be hated when she deserved it
Was to be treated like all the rest.
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When the world
Fades to a dim light in my eyes
Say goodbye
And set aflame all my dreams
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Carry him away
Far into heaven and hell
Where everything stays,
After all he can do he can wait…
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Percy never wanted to be a leader.
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His father was king of the seas.
His mother is a Queen among women.
His life is marked on a length of string
And he is nothing, always nothing, but a pawn of fate.
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He is the tsunami among tidal waves.
He's the only one standing at the edge of the world.
He is the one they look up to; the one they want to be
He is the one who doesn't want to be himself.
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He's the boy who grew up
The boy who left to see the world
But one thing he fears
Is that he will not return.
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Maybe he needs them to make him famous
And they need him for they need an Idol.
All he ever wanted was to be a follower
And all he ever got was to be leader.
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Lead me astray,
And I don't want to follow
Let me go my own way
And maybe one day we'll cross paths.
One day?
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Hell waits for me patiently,
One who understand more than me,
Who am I now and what did I say
To make them walk away?
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All Nico wants is to be wanted.
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His father is an outcast just like him.
His mother was an innocent killed for it.
All he's ever known is shadows of deceit.
All he's ever been is an unwilling prince.
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He is the weapon in a field of soldiers.
He is the ghost of the past alone in the present.
He is the pawn in a chess game of kings
He is the only one left after the battle has been won.
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All that he fears is to never be accepted.
Will anyone remember him?
Will his legacy long live like the rest of the world
Or will he fade into nothing alone?
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He needs them and everyone needs someone.
He needs them but no one needs him.
All he wanted was to be accepted.
All he ever got was pain.
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When times get rough
and lives have been lost
Remember me,
Step out from the shadows and try to live again.
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Set us free one last time
rescue us from the sea of expectation-
We won't drown if only
You stop asking what we cannot give.
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To be too powerful is always a curse.
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Their fathers are kings and rulers and soldiers
Their mothers are broken and bruised but strong.
Their memories are happy and sad and lonely
Their lives are always pulled from a hero's fate.
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They are the outcasts in a clique of normal.
They are the blades others sharpen then throw away.
They are the ones remembered for courage and strength-
And they are the ones who are always replaced.
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The thing that they fear
More than anything in the world
Is that others will turn out like them. After all:
What young child never wanted to be a hero?
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And a hero's fate is never happy.