How the mighty have fallen they say.
Is this true?
Have they fallen,
or have we?
Can there truely be one to fall,
without bringing down the rest.
It could be like dominos,
the rest fall with one.

Is it true that we fight pointless fights,
or that they have a true purpose?
Is it true that people die,
die from pointless violence?
Is it pointless in one person's eye,
yet meaningful in other's eyes?

Why, oh, why do people fall,
Why do we die?
Was it the folly of god,
Did god make us mortal for a reason?
I don't want to have a birthday,
it just shows my mortality.
One more year, oh, one more year,
one more year 'til my deathbed.

Some might say I'm crazy,
but, maybe they are the crazy.
Maybe I am the fallen one,
maybe those people are.
Why do the mighty fall,
why don't the puny tip off?
Maybe the puny outnumber the might,
maybe the puny have a power?

But, why do people die,
why must God toil with our lives?
Is it so wrong,
is it so wrong to sing a song?
Is it so wrong,
to show the masses, a pretty voice?
Does it show that,
this pretty voice is better than the rest?

But when that pretty voice of hers,
Oh, when her pretty voice goes sour.
They will hiss and yell,
"How the mighty have fallen!"
Are they no better then she,
she has done nothing wrong, just show off..her pretty voice.
But no,
they look from the outside into the inside,
They know not of what she knows or does.
Just that pretty voice,
Oh, such a pretty voice.
Take that voice of yours and,
keep it away from me, I don't need your troubles.

I need noone's scorn,
Just a bit encouragement.
I need noone's hate,
Just a bit of love.
I need noone's hisses and boos,
Just smiles and cheers.
So don't go saying to me, "How the mighty have Fallen",
that will happen to you, dear friends.
I will rise,
I will fall.
You will fall,
you will never rise.