Strumming hard, electric beat,
Here's a tale from the street to the suite,
Watch the man with a plan so grand,
Through the needle's eye, he takes his stand!
Not born with silver, not born with gold,
Just a fiery heart and a will so bold,
Brick by brick, he built his tower,
Every sweat-drop turned to power.
Dollars climb, and the mansions rise,
But the gleam of giving never left his eyes,
"More to earn, more to share,"
He chants this mantra in the millionaire's lair.
Watch him go, through the needle's eye,
A rich man with a soul so fly,
Building empires to the sky,
But watch him give, watch him try,
Through the eye of the needle, he'll pass by!
Crowds they gather, they whisper loud,
"How can a rich man be so proud?"
To give away what he could keep,
Planting seeds for dreams so deep.
"Follow me," he says with a grin,
"Through thorns and trials, we all can win,
Lift as we climb, the creed we sew,
Through the needle's eye, together we'll go."
Watch him go, through the needle's eye,
A rich man with a soul so fly,
Building empires to the sky,
But watch him give, watch him try,
Through the eye of the needle, he'll pass by!
Schools and shelters, names engraved,
Not just fortunes, but futures saved,
He tosses gold to the winds of fate,
"More to build, it's never too late!"
A legacy not just of wealth, but will,
"Keep the cycle, the coffers fill,
Give to grow, and grow to give,"
That's the mantra by which he lives.
Watch him go, through the needle's eye,
A rich man with a soul so fly,
Building empires to the sky,
But watch him give, watch him try,
Through the eye of the needle, he'll pass by!
So here's my story, loud and clear,
From the streets to the stratosphere,
Through the eye of the needle, he dances free,
A good man passing on his legacy!