Bombay gleams with the power of a million souls.
Some good, some bad, some defeated.
Some helped, some saved, some forgotten.
Through it all, they gleam,
The source of the power that we witness.
I am one in the million.
Bombay gleams with the power of a million souls.
I fly towards them at 540 miles an hour, yet I cannot get there fast enough.
The power of a million souls ensnares me.
As I step into the humid night,
I feel it.
Bombay gleams with the power of a million souls.
I am one of them.
I am home.
I feel the power.
The sounds in the streets,
The waves in our ocean,
The stars in my sky.
Bombay gleams with the power of these souls.
And mine.
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 1:39 AM UTC
Bombay gleams with the power of a million souls.
Some good, some bad, some defeated.
Some helped, some saved, some forgotten.
Through it all, they gleam,
The source of the power that we witness.
I am one in the million.
Bombay gleams with the power of a million souls.
I fly towards them at 540 miles an hour, yet I cannot get there fast enough.
The power of a million souls ensnares me.
As I step into the humid night,
I feel it.
Bombay gleams with the power of a million souls.
I am one of them.
I am home.
I feel the power.
The sounds in the streets,
The waves in our ocean,
The stars in my sky.
Bombay gleams with the power of these souls.
And mine.
