My father once said to me — "The Sun bird prides in never dying.
It thrives, burns and rebirths—Never shaken by its failing
And that spirit runs in your blood.
Son! You are the paragon of Passion
The one the world is awaiting!"
I harkened to his voice, went into the world,
built myself as a pillar
burning, and shining!
I roar and stride
with confidence and pride
When I pass by, you'll remember the boy on fire!
The passion, the fury
The power, the flame
Remember my name!
As I roar like a lion,
Breathe like a dragon,
And set the path as a Paragon