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.