When the arrow on his forehead magically became a star,
He'd be the foreground of flight
He'd see the light and be the night
In a way that is not blunt.
Aang is air and Aang is fair
But Aang doesn't dare leave.
He wants to help and use his powers wisely
His power that will make him a star
And take him far in a radius without fear.
Not even on his radar is the moon which is always near
But he'd been around for a hundred generations
And has different destinations.
His bravery is not beat nor he defeated
When he does have to climb a steep slope of ice in the beginning.
But he's fun and even though he's just a kid, he finds new kin,
And become a king of the air, and a sorcerer of the silky twilit sky.