Hero's with No Name

Does the dirt ever look down to you,

Like it is superior,

He is with no money in hand,

Still saving lives of millions,

Has no office, Not even a home,

Where does all the passion come from,

They say they are as low as dirt,

Not having anything to own,

Except the rags on their backs,

You see them everywhere,

But do you stop to thank that angel,

They fight like hero's,

With no recognition or name,

Not a single thing to live for,

But with money they could have bought a name,

That would recognize them as a hero,

Will you stop and think about a true hero,

Let that man not be the dirt on the ground,

But an angel in the sky.