This song makes me cry every time. And now that I’ve seen the video, I”m even more heartbroken.
I grew up full heartedly believing that my dad was Superman. And I’m sure I’m not the only one.
But now, I’m my girl’s Superman. So whenever I hear this song, I think of her. I think of her waiting. That’s when I cry. But then it occurs to me: She’s waiting for me. She’ll always wait for me. She’s waiting for me to pick her up in my arms.
But there’s more. The hero in this song is just an ordinary bloke. He’s not some robust he-man. And that’s how it works. It’s always the guy that no one notices. He doesn’t receive thanks or recognition. Not at first.
But he does, eventually get his reward.
Remember this: The smallest things could mean the world to the receiver. Remember this as the season approaches. You never know what anyone’s going through. Anything at all could change their life.
Real heroes don’t wear capes.
The Doctor. The man who’s taken nearly as many lives as he’s saved.
How far he’s traveled. How much he’s seen.
How many lives he’s touched.
He loves so deeply.
He hates just as deep.
And of all the people who hate him, no one hates him as much as he hates himself.
But he’s strong.
He’s stronger than anyone who lets what they’ve done affect their future.
No matter what he does, he puts in the work until it’s finished, until it’s resolved.
He doesn’t stop. Ever.
In his darkest hours, he fixes his hair, swings his scarf, straightens his bow tie, and moves on.
"The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things… The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice-versa, the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant."