Glory

 

At last reach your star
See the end of the road
Be on top of what you are
In frustrations you can unload

Be on top of the world
Of anyone still standing
The pride flows through your vains
Sucess is what you earned and gained

Enlighted supernaturally
By all that you deserved
There is a point for this to be
Taking you upon what you served

O Glory, mother of human vice
Of our desire to rule for power
You make us feel, at any price
So strong, and so much higher

Searching for a taste of you
Is sometimes a lifetime journey
In your pain and disarray
So many fall, will I fall too?