My sun has been given birth to,
Oh! Yes, he is bright
He is light - feather weight
As you play, break my window pains
As you grow warm my days
And my night, shining in bright armour
My sun, grow and glow
Slowly flow, flood your way to my heart
But don’t lift me up in proudly show
Lest you die, pitiful and sad
My sun, peak!
And illuminate the earth
My sun, set and rest
But before then do your best
Die to pride, shame and regret
Live to glory, dance with the great!
Eternal fame and story
Your story, Burj Khalifa’s rival
My Meta-Force, Finish Strong!