Written in stone, a future set
Lucky strike for a lucky man
Whatever the lock, he found the key
Opened the door, let in the world
Gift designed for a king
It was his and he earned it
This precious promise

Then somewhere on the way
Luck went to his head
Swelling it like a weather balloon
Sending him to a high up place
Where owning the earth
Meant owning the sky
Except the clouds refused him

From my lowly place on the ground
I am but a meek man wanting his own
Looked over, which maywell have spoiled me
But I pity the unsatisfied man
As the pride overrides greatness
And as he falls heavily to the ground,
Suddenly the earth has become mine.