Rich And Titled

I bang my foot 

Onto the ground

And a spectacle happens

Lights up all around

I wave my hand 

Thinking of looking back

For the people who are

Have the very thing I lack

But for them I am new

I string kindness to my trail

I am powerful, alone

My stormy eyes rein gales

They're cheering now

They all love it

I don't say I don't

Because I wish I had it

I wish I had it too

I'm truly one of them

But I'm trussed up in gold

And I can't try to blend

I have no real power

All I have is their faith

A crumbling tower to stand on

So I bang my foot again