You reach the top
But you can't break through
So you get a job
On the wrecking crew
Glass ceilings
And waterfalls
All breaking up
When you swing your ball
You're climbing up
The ladder with the angels
Some are climbing down
With broken wings
We'll meet them on the ground
When the choir sings
Of heady stuff
Of being enough
Of what fire brings
Courage and love
Of human things
Of beggars and fools
And Heroes and kings
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