When the opportunity arise
You off with the wind (My demise)
And it flows like the end
A blow to the heart
I'd still wash away your sin
Give you a solid place to stand
A flag without a country to men
Or man without something to defend
Show me your skin
Show me I'm blood and skeleton and everything within
Tell me the stories etched deep in your hands
Sculpt the first one you held and why she ran
So I can share to our kids the story
Of my win
Of my win
Of my win
(What did I win
What did I win
What did I win)
