Charlie's Balloon

Well my prince you have your ghosts

I know they circle in the night

And they taunt you with their history

And that history is your right

Yes, they whisper their achievements

in your ear while you sleep

you're still dreaming of that greatness

pray the lord your rule decrees

But it doesn't seem he's listening

or at least they drown you out to you their

voices they are growing.

They grow ruthless as they howl.

But one day he's sure to grant you

What is rightfully yours and then you'll

Have your chance to show them all

their weaknesses and flaws.

But here the doubt it creeps in

those times they might have passed

You want a shot at greatness but

You might not get a chance.

You want a shot at greatness but

You might not get a chance.

You want a shot at greatness but

You might not get a chance.