A royal chariot sits high in the sky.
Peering with its sparkling eye.
A light so majestic that people steal a glance
All people has asked at what chance
Do they have to be happy.
People have become somewhat moral sloppy.
Asking a wishful wish to be blessed.
Only a smile from the sky does people feel in their chest.
An attachment for royal and wealth.
People’s want for happiness become stealth.