He draws his strength from a well
Made of flesh and blood and bone
Where others see him and see ice,
One sees only home.
He is a master of all he chooses,
Of fire, thunder, and air
But he has his very own master,
The only one who ever cared.
Out of millions, this single one
Stands above the crowd
This single man, with sea blue hair,
Is the one to which he vowed
To never leave, to never stray,
To never waver in his love
For it doesn't matter what others say
Ike is a gift from above.