They ride upon the break of day
Inside a steel black steed
Who thunders down the roadway
Like a master of its breed.
Both quick to laugh, both fight to live.
One shorter and one tall,
Two brothers sworn to protect us
As the darkness falls.
And who's to say they never died
They never cried or learned
That being heroes does not come with
Peace or thanking words.
So they fight the good fight,
For lack of better words.
They never ask for more,
Get less than they deserve.
Their fate is cruel, their hearts are strong
In living through dark days.
They fight the things we fear the most
Demons, ghosts and plagues.
And though they live in danger
They're brothers all the same
Cherishing good memories
To keep a sense of innocence
Despite a world insane.