The pounding thrill

The thrilling pound

Another day

Another chance to escape

Only one way out

To the stadium

Enveloped in the sphere

I can still hear the crowds screaming my name

Over and over again

I may never be my father

But I am myself

And loved by these people

A dream born and a dream broken

Up into the sky then back down again

Apocalypse is coming soon

Destroying it all

My home

My dream

My world

There is nothing I can do now

But fall