A Protest to a Villainous Connundrum

The whole world sits on your shoulders as you've hoisted them up above the crowd
And though your pleasing antics win over some fans, no one is asking for your autograph
you've scraped the bottom of the barrel and found a few cents and put them together and said you were rich
but everyone knows the poor man when they see him
And in all your splendor holding hands with the popularity pole you took down the flag and smashed it with a hammer
And we are deafened by the sound of crying children wanting their hopes and dreams back
We are not to be forgotten the could have beens in the back of the class
To all those teachers who took interest in the ones they thought would go far, and found out they went down low near here, 
Why couldn't you have seen the light in the darkened borders of the cool sigh of fog from my breath
you wanted to see the sight from the heat vision,
And he's their the hero you've hoisted up on your shoulders, and he waves his hands fisted and strong because he'll take any help he can get
The advantage of the disadvantaged is that pride was slowly bleeding out, and in no time they, we, I would take anything to achieve my promised life again
In a future time line we see a cataclysm in the clouds, while the crowds roar and the ball is passed, and somewhere the wallflower sobs into a bouquet of broken regrets,
She wants to smile at the sun, she wants to let her tears dry in a beam of light, but it isn't happening, but should our hero come around to pick her up and put her back on her feet, she won't say no
There is a hopelessness we reach, and irreversable sadness that can and will overtake us, but we adjust our heels and we find that sensibility is what we need now,
Your whole life is infront of you, but some of us wonder, but what if in this chaos our whole lives are going to be robbed from us
The dreamer asks God why in all his infinite wisdom he chose to place the goal, when he was going to level the playing field with a sonic boom,
His players are here, their stage is set, and more are on the way, and the visionary can't stand that he won't even have time to see them fullfilled
Do you know why the cage won't hold me in, why it won't bring us down, do you know why this isn't the end of ends,
It's because we are the masters of our own fate, and I believe in the self, there is nothing stronger than it on this great blue earth, 
So hoist up your heroes and taste the sweet nectar from a batch of flowers no one wants to smell, and we'll sail on ocean waves into the great unknown
I see your point, and I succeed in dissolving it, i'll take your reality with a grain of sugar, but you can't stop the marching band from banging their drums and blowing their horns,
And you can't bring me down.