Take care my children when admiring from a
distance for to meet the reality is taking a
chance. The facade is perfection carved from
stone but inside, the man, is flesh and bone
His outward appearance he slaves to make
strong, but inside his heart something's
The fantasy glistens so pure on the screen,
wearing a mask that does not let the truth be
From a distance he appears a warrior young
and proud. Inside, he can't think clearly.
The fans are too loud.
The mask is beautiful and age defying
behind it is a man whose soul is crying.
An Adkisson, is who he would truly be
but it's a Von Erich they all come to see.
The torment and pain are taking their toll
but his public demands he keep playing the
role. On a cold February day, the mask falls
away to reveal all the heartache he'd never
been allowed to feel. Unable to take the
overwhelming strife he picks up a gun and
takes his young life. He meant to hurt no one
and not to offend but somehow, the madness
had to come to an end. A hero to many. A man
to so few.
The fans are left crying "What can we do?"
Nothing dear children. It's too late. You
see, that sometimes a man, the hero must be.