The High and Mighty

I don't want to be there when you're old and dying
Looking back on your kingdom - only 10 feet high,
Crying because you only affected the lives
Of those living within your boundaries.

You only saved the little girl
From a runaway car, the dog from life in a cage.
Changed an outlook
With ink markings.
Fought and killed a bear.

And still I won't want to be there,
Drowning in a pool of your tears,
My finger blocking the hole in your boat,
While you realize your absolute fear.