Standing on top of the world

Standing on top of the world,
would you believe me
when I told you I was greatness?
Holding the sky,
would you believe me
when I said I’m the one?
Flying through the blue sky,
bathing in the sunlight,
forgetting the darkness
of yesterday.

Standing on top of the world
would you notice me then?
Lying at the end of the path,
the thing we once called time,
would I be free?

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