On top of the World

If stars were the rungs of ladders,
and the sun was my ball of want,
if the moon was my everlasting hope,
and the glittering sea was my faith.
If the mountains were my highs and lows,
If the clouds were my doubt,
and the sky was my security.
If snow was happiness,
and my love was peace.
The world would be right,
and I'd be on top of it.