Oh what a thought it would be, to stop muggars and robbers with lazer beams. Oh what a sight, a sight to see, the world from above, the ocean glistening...
Fighting tycoons and tyrants alike, in space, on ships and even at night. Risking certain d**h, in red and blue tights. He Was Superman. He wasn't just a man. He wasn't just an icon. He was a hero, a symbol of freedom, compa**ion and hope.
And when Christopher Reeves fell off that horse and broke his neck, we all said thats ironic, ka-click, and went to bed. We took for granted what he endured, and what his role stood for. Children watched him and they wanted to help people. Now they watch G-Unit brag about k**ing people. I hope you remember him when you see them in need, because Superman is Dead.