ICONIC

A kingdom's king,

No crown on your head.

You the king; yeah you!

Followers all, the mighty and the weak,

Yet no looking back for you.

Boldest bold and strongest strong,

Tempests dread your will.

Careless smiles and ruthless glare,

You the king; yeah you!

Raring to ride the unknown routes,

Searing heat's no threat.

Coldest winds are no strangers,

And you soaked in the steepest rain.

Enriched mind, crystal thoughts,

Attained a pinnacle, your wit.

Adverse climes and the toughest of times,

Brings the best in you.

No applause need, no kind words seek,

You the king; yeah you!

Called for no mercy

Unto yourself,

In dire straits,

Of death.

First to meet the hungry fire,

Till last you fought, sans rest.

Victory kissed and flags high

Ride higher you ride.

The world isn't enough,

For your majesty,

Soar you higher, you fly.

Come to rest back as a vision,

For a generation in need,

Feed 'em fire, feed 'em steel,

Ready the next breed.

Long live the glorious,

Long live the icon,

Beacon of hope is you,

With a heavy heart, they bid adieu

To you the king;yeah you.