As Above, So Below

Don't Talk To Me About Illegal
Encased in this body, can't you tell?Up here, I am in a shell.Am I justified?“Graceful,” say the cool, calm winds.“Steady,” say his hands.Serenity within his reach, but she understands.Balance on.Years mean nothing in this circ de soleil.Swaying on a line.A free fall wouldn't be the best idea.I'm just an acrobat,I cannot fly. From Letras Mania