Between the rooftops, bold and bright,
A flash of red cuts through the night.
With webs that dance from steel to sky,
He answers every desperate cry.
No crown of gold, no throne to claim,
Just quiet courage without fame.
Each fall reminds him to stand tall,
To lift the weak, to catch them all.
Behind the mask, a heart still beats,
A hopeful soul on crowded streets.
He bears the weight, the loss, the pain,
Yet rises with the dawn again.
For strength is more than power shown,
It’s choosing good when you’re alone.
And every swing across the blue
Whispers, “The hero could be you.”
