…Have I…?

Have I replied to broken dreams?
Have I replied to torn wishes?
Have I replied to shattered longings?

Have I given you the wings of an eagle?
Have I given you the song of freedom?
Have I given you the love of a hero?

Could I say no more times?
Could I say sorry with less worth?
Could I offer you less reality?

No.

Because heaven won't hear

A scene by a bed, tears on a cold wall. Smouldering tapestry, like white glue on your
desperate hands
Searching, seeking,
Finding only dissolving dreams

Yes.

Because heaven won't hear

Futile cries sent into the night without stars
Theirs are the scars you wear around your eyes
Sightless scars of drunken stars.

Because heaven won't hear

Because it isn't the love of a hero
Because there is nothing I can give you
Because your tears slide through my hands

Because heaven won't hear

(Hero, Nickelback)