While standing on the shoulders of giants
If quoting them becomes our reliance
These presents of mind
Can leave a soul blind
Leaving presence of mind to defy us
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
The Lady of Liberty looks me in the eye.
I am tempest-tost, and welcome reliant.
I pass at her feet, yet gaze at torch high:
Soon to be standing on the shoulders of giants.
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