If we go back to when he was born in a nebula, We know that he never was thought of as regular, Because he had a flair about him, To say the Midas touch is wrong But all he went near seemed to turn a little bronze, Yes this sun was loved by some more than others, It was a case of Joseph and his dreamcoat and his brothers Because standing out from the crowd had its pros and its cons, And jealousy created enemies in those he outshone Such as the Shadow People.
Se voltarmos para quando ele era uma nébula, saberemos que nunca fora visto como sujeito comum, pois, ele intuía algo sobre o menino. Não era bem um toque de Midas, mas de tudo que se aproximava, deixava meio bronze. Sim, esse filho era amado por uns mais que por outros. Era como José, seus sonhos e seus irmãos, porque brilhar na multidão tem seus prós e contras, e a inveja cria inimigos naqueles que ilumina, como as Pessoas Sombra.