Life Through Rose-Shattered Glasses
Here I am
On the brink of greatness
Unable to take the first step
Here I am
Standing on the shoulders of giants
A legacy passed on by baton
Here I am
Anxious to hear the starters gun
Deafened instead by the silence
Here I am
A race of slave workers
Who built an empire
Here I am
Climbing out that valley
To that mountain top
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