i gather not those weapons of others foreign they remain to my hands only but that of my flesh as naked as the skies i strike filtered not, so but eyes can see beyond this skin deep i defend the freedom to soar without notion of fall
i gather not those weapons of others foreign they remain to my hands only but that of my flesh as naked as the skies i strike filtered not, so but eyes can see beyond this skin deep i defend the freedom to soar without notion of fall