We never know how high we are
Till we are asked to rise
And then if we are true to plan
Our statures touch the skies –
The Heroism we recite
Would be a normal thing
Did not ourselves the Cubits warp
For fear to be a King –
We never know how high we are
Till we are asked to rise
And then if we are true to plan
Our statures touch the skies –
The Heroism we recite
Would be a normal thing
Did not ourselves the Cubits warp
For fear to be a King –