Lyrics
There it stands again High above the land A wooden fortress in the morning light Coffee cups in chains Plates beyond my reign And a cereal box just laughing from the heights I was born beneath the countertop Where the tall ones walk with ease They open doors like chosen kings While I negotiate with knees The cabinet mocks my fingertips The shelf denies my name And every mug above my head Is guarded there by shame But no more stretching in the silence No more begging chairs to rise I plant my feet upon this kitchen floor And I lift my battle cry I will rise, I will stand, I will answer the call With my fists on my waist like a queen ten feet tall Let the cupboards look down, let the countertops sneer I was born down below, but my dream starts here Five feet tall, hear the thunder roll Five feet tall, with a giant soul Two more inches and the world will see The upper shelf was never meant to conquer me Then five feet sounded humble Five foot five sounded fair Five foot six would make the microwave Feel my royal glare At five foot nine I’d rule the pantry At six feet I’d command Every bowl and every mixing cup Would tremble in my hand No step stool throne beneath me No tall-man rescue call Just me against the cabinet door And destiny on the wall I will rise, I will stand, I will answer the call With my fists on my waist like a queen ten feet tall Let the cupboards look down, let the countertops sneer I was born down below, but my dream starts here Five foot five, let the rafters ring Five foot nine, I could touch anything Six feet high, let the heavens see The upper shelf was never meant to conquer me Bachi strikes like lightning Strings scream through the flame Every inch a legend Every shelf a name I saw myself in glory Cape whipping in the fan One hand on my hip bone One reaching for the pan No chair, no shame, no husband No “can you get that, please” Just a tiny kitchen titan Bringing cupboards to their knees I will rise, I will stand, I will answer the call With my fists on my waist like a queen ten feet tall Let the cupboards look down, let the countertops sneer I built a whole kingdom out of wanting to reach here Five feet tall was the first bright flame Five foot six was a bigger name Six feet high, then the spark began To flash and fade like fire in a pan And there it went That shining plan A little spark A flash in the pan No crown came down No trumpets blew No cabinet bowed No dream came true No dream came true Now I’m right back where I started On the floor where small things stand Looking up at the bottom Of the over-counter cabinet again Two inches from glory A lifetime from the shelf Fists still on my waist Still arguing with myself