making his home with the lonely   spending his days witht he poor   bringing hope their hearts   giving man a new start   with his cure   but not all would recieve of his offereing   some even planned his decease   and yet he couldn't forsake    those whose lives he might save   so he refused to leave      never a better hero   never a truer name   hoping to save us   by taking our pain in his hands   never a greater compassion   never a wasted day   not one regret   true to the end   there was never a better way      now, he knew his life would be shortened   but never murmured a word of complaint   he had in mind   a much greater design   and it helped him through the pain   he gave man power to take him   knowing his death would bring life   and it was no surprise   there was love in his eyes   when he died      never a better hero   never a truer name   hoping to save us   by taking our pain in his hands   never a greater compassion   never a wasted day   not one regret   true to the end   there was never a better way      but death was not the end   for he would live again      never a better hero   never a truer name   giving us all that he had   hoping to save us   by taking our pain in his hands   never a greater compassion   never a wasted day   he showed the grave   not one regret   true to the end   there was never a better way      all that he did   follow and live   there'll be never a better way