The Wind Beneath Your Wings

Life is getting better so its hard to really write
Since people don't care if your happy or alright
They focus on your sadness, their daytime is your night,
Their sun is your moon, they love to see you fight.
They the fans of pain, rejoicing in your strain
They love to see your cripple but will never be your cane.
They love to see you drip, dribble, drop go insane,
They love to see slip, stumble, stop in the rain,
So they can be above, white like the clouds
Never dirty never stained so no one questions how
Or even questions why,they'd be the ones to hate.
Never wanna see you straight
Never wanna see you make it, they rather see you late,
for your 15 minutes,
rather one long sentence,
like a lot of words in terms of verbs they rather see you sittin
but they the reason that you standing, cause of your elevation
they give you inspiration to be fly like levitation
The only downside is the higher that you are
the colder it becomes, "Why you tryna to reach the stars"
Is the question that they ask as they sitting from the stands
But they the reason that you cool, so I guess thats why they fans