It’s hard to walk up here on stilts,
I wobble and my spirit wilts,
So far above, each step I take
Can be felt with a massive shake.

It’s hard to talk up here on stilts,

With every word, the world’s head tilts,
So far above, it’s hard to hear
The men below the clouds, unclear.
It’s hard to get these stilts on,
Become more than just a pawn,
But harder still to get out
And show the world, despite their doubt,
I’m no giant, just a man
In stilts walking upon the land,
Guiding the men below me to
Create the world I want for you.