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My brother, Tim, has been gone now for close to two decades. I feel his loss nearly every day.

"Ordinary Hero" is about him. It's a true story.

My friend Kurt Iversen plays acoustic 12-string guitar. I produced, arranged and engineered the song and I sing lead and play acoustic guitars, DR-770 and Korg Triton.

Ordinary Hero
(copyright© 1998 by Thom Stark - all rights reserved)
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My brother, he was a mechanic,
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And he raised up another man's kids.
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Nobody ever said "Thank you" to him
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For all of the good that he did.

The woman he took for his partner,
She was another man's wife,
But he took her into that big heart of his
And made her a part of his life.

No father had she for her children,
So he gave them a Dad they could trust.
He did it because it was all he could do.
A good man will do what he must.

He was an ordinary hero. Just the regular kind.
An ordinary hero, when heroes were hard to find.

The eldest of his two step-daughters,
She was a victim of Down's
And, at the age of seven full years,
Could make only meaningless sounds.

The doctors all said it was hopeless.
Her father, he fled in despair.
But my brother looked into her eyes and he saw
A real human being deep in there.

And he thought that he maybe could reach her,
So he worked with her week upon week.
And slowly, but surely, one word at a time,
He taught her at last how to speak.

He was an ordinary hero..

Just an ordinary hero. The invisible kind.
He got no parades, no fine speeches made,
No medals and no headlines.

It was New Year's the last time I saw him,
And I wanted so badly to say
That I loved him because of the hero he was,
And how much I wished he could stay.

In the Springtime it finally ended,
On a day that I broke down and cried.
The day that my mother called me to say
That my little brother had died.

My sister flew out with his ashes,
And we drove to the ocean next day.
Cast them in handsful, out into the waves,
And cried as they washed him away.

He was an ordinary hero..

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