You're the greatest one here and everyone knows.
The best people stay and the bad ones go.
You constantly remind us about your strength.
Your list goes on, far in length.
The rest of us are rocks in your road.
But you've kicked us away and there you strode.
We've been below you since that day.
But you don't care for us anyway.
You're the queen of the hill, the rest of us ants.
Crown on your head, you always enchant.
You're bigger and better, the rest of us small.
We mean nothing to you at all.
Maybe it's okay that we fit in the cracks.
Go back on the road in order to backtrack.
I don't need to trample like you.
Kings and queens are overthrown too.
