I stood as tall as a mountain
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I never really thought about the drop
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I trod over rocks to get there
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Just so I could stand on top
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Clumsy and blind I stumbled
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As I crawled through desert sands
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I didn't stop to think about the consequences
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As it came to pieces in my hands
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I thought I was a maritime marvel
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I believed that I ruled the waves
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All I could say is time is motion
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And every effort others made I would save
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I was a shit stained statue
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School children would stand in awe
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Truly believed I was a ceiling of sky
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Never thought about having flaws
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I felt as reverent as Jesus
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The sanctimony stunk
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I thought I was admiral of the missing fleet
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I couldn't see that I was sunk
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I roared my pride in the darkness
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I scratched away at the stars
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I thought I was lord of this crappy jungle
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I should have been put behind bars
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But now I sit with my head in my hands
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And wail to the weeping wall
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The avalanche of my emotions
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Holds the audience of one enthralled
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Like learning the lesson the hard way
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Like a fall from command
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I thought I WAS king of the whole wide world
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But it just came to pieces in my hands
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IT JUST CAME TO PIECES IN MY HANDS
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