In the tapestry of life, a singular star,
Radiant and bright, from afar.
He stands alone, a beacon's flare,
The only one, beyond compare.
In the symphony of moments, a lone melody,
Echoing through time, a unique decree.
No echoes in the crowded space,
He is the only one, in his own grace.
Through the canvas of existence, he strides,
In the vast expanse where destiny abides.
A solitary soul, a singular sun,
In this cosmic dance, he is the only one.
No replicas in the cosmic design,
A masterpiece, rare and divine.
With every step, a path is spun,
For in his essence, he is the only one.
In the theater of dreams, a lone actor,
Scripting tales, a solitary factor.
No shadows in his radiant sun,
In this grand narrative, he is the only one.
So let the universe witness his light,
A solitary flame, burning bright.
In the grand tapestry that's spun,
He stands alone, the chosen one.
