Drafts of the Soul

Poor Little President

Oh, poor little president!

The ruler of our dying state

Climbed up to the top of the cliff

Be careful for people's sake!

The view below the summit

Can't deny - it was astounding!

But the storm above was very dangerous

You didn't even have someone to be with

Poor president, don't stumble!

It was your choice to stand there

Do this and that, you're full of greed

People around you didn't really care

It's hard to climb down now

People are looking up to you

But their eyes were all dark and hate

It broke your heart 'cause they do

They build you up to bring you down

They give you reason to break you

It's sad, right?

Poor little president, it's true

You wanted to spread Tinkerbell's sparkle

And make everything fly with you

But in the end, you're flying alone

It's sad to be on the top, aren't you?