Post by Britni on Jun 14, 2004 17:35:11 GMT -5
So you stand alone at the top of the world.
You've conquered your biggest dreams.
You're the happiest person there ever was,
Or at least so it seems.
Bright skies eventually go back to grey.
Mountains crumble and fold.
The greatness of your acomplishment,
Soon grows tired and old.
What more do you have to look up at?
What's there to look forward to?
If you're the highest standing,
Sure everyone's looking at you but....
Where are the dreams you've held onto?
What will become of the life you once lived?
Where will you go when you've seen it all,
When the world has nothing more to give.
You've conquered your biggest dreams.
You're the happiest person there ever was,
Or at least so it seems.
Bright skies eventually go back to grey.
Mountains crumble and fold.
The greatness of your acomplishment,
Soon grows tired and old.
What more do you have to look up at?
What's there to look forward to?
If you're the highest standing,
Sure everyone's looking at you but....
Where are the dreams you've held onto?
What will become of the life you once lived?
Where will you go when you've seen it all,
When the world has nothing more to give.