I walked the path alone, no map in my hand
Building castles in the air, ignoring the sand
They looked at me with pity, looked at me with doubt
Trying to figure out what I was all about
The whispers were loud, the judgment was severe
He's losing his mind, the end is near
But I kept the vision, I kept the pace
Running a marathon in a sprinter's race
First they call you crazy, say you lost your touch
Say you're dreaming too big, wanting too much
Then they see it working, see the walls break down
And suddenly they want to wear the same crown
They try to do the same, mimic every move
Looking for the secret, searching for the groove
It's the pattern of the world, predictable and cold
Behind every act of courage, truth be told
There is always a hand trying to pull you down
Gravity of envy in this lonely town
They hate the flight because they fear the fall
So they try to keep you small, behind the wall
But madness is just genius before the proof
I'm standing on the edge, standing on the roof
Watching them copy what they used to hate
But by the time they get here, it's already too late
First they call you crazy, say you lost your touch
Say you're dreaming too big, wanting too much
Then they see it working, see the walls break down
And suddenly they want to wear the same crown
They try to do the same, mimic every move
Looking for the secret, searching for the groove
It's the pattern of the world, predictable and cold
Behind every act of courage, truth be told
They call you crazy
Then they copy you
It's the price of courage
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