Alona’s dream, a silver gleam, a rocket in the night, With hopes to build a Martian world beneath the crimson light. The engines roar, the heavens call, he breaks the bonds of Earth, A pioneer of cosmic dreams, a man of boundless worth. But on the red, red sands, his empire falls apart, The circuits fail, the silence wails, it’s tearing at his heart. He calls to the Earth, but no one dares to reply, Alona’s lost on Mars, beneath a rust-red sky. His robots hum, the oxygen’s thin, the systems start to fade, A visionary stranded now, in the dream that he once made. He whispers to the empty void, "I'll rise, I’ll build, I’ll stay," But the cold of space, it laughs and jeers, as hope slips away. Yes, on the red, red sands, his empire falls apart, The circuits fail, the silence wails, it’s tearing at his heart. He calls to the Earth, but no one dares to reply, Alona’s lost on Mars, beneath a rust-red sky. At home on Earth, they cheer and dance, his shadow fades to none, "No tweets, no schemes, no Mars-bound dreams - our world can now move on." The stock market soars, the laughter explodes, his absence feels so sweet, While Alona roams the Martian plains, his triumph incomplete. Oh, on the red, red sands, his empire turns to dust, The stars he chased, they blink and fade, betraying all his trust. He reaches for the heavens, but they refuse his cry, Alona’s lost on Mars, beneath a rust-red sky. A cosmic tale, a warning sung, to those who aim too high, The stars may shine, but don’t confide in their celestial lie. And while the Earth spins brightly on, beneath its skies of blue, Alona fades on Mars, alone, his story through.
