No such thing as a hero

Falling stars are the lights way of running,
Like a math equation that goes on forever.

Simple words are more complexed,
But it was all just a lie...

Im the nursery rhyme you'll sing to your child.
I'm the pharphoe of explanation.

Of all the things the people whisper,
The wind echoes my name...

You probably don't have time to learn of illuminous things.
Blinded by the sun and blood spilt rings.

The kid in the back who kept to himself,
Is at the front of the stage and has exited left.