Restate 9-12 in your own words not my bones

I was not this body,

I was not these bones.

This skeleton was just my

temporary home.

Elementary molecules converged for a breath,

then danced on beyond my individual death.

And I am not my body,

I am not my body.

We are brief incarnations,

we are clouds in clothes.

We are water respirators,

we are how earth knows.

I bore light passed on from an original flame;

while it was in my hands it was called by my name.

But I am not my body,

I am not my body.

You can own a man’s body,

But you can’t own his mind.

That’s like making a bridle

to ride on the wind.

I will tell you one thing, and I’ll tell you true:

Life’s the best thing that can happen to you.

But you are not your body,

you are not your body.

You can own someone’s body,

but the soul runs free.

It roams the night sky’s

mute geometry.

You can murder hope, you can pound faith flat,

but like weeds and wildflowers, they grow right back.

For you are not your body,

you are not your body.

You are not your body,

you are not your bones.

What’s essential about you

is what can’t be owned.

What’s essential in you is your longing to raise

your itty-bitty voice in the cosmic praise.

For you are not your body,

you are not your body.

Well, I woke up this morning just so glad to be free,

glad to be free, glad to be free.

I woke up this morning in restful peace.

For I am not my body,

I am not my body,

glory hallelujah, not my bones,

I am not my bones.

yeah it is i have the dark knight

hello! : )

i’m i haven’t read that. also you can’t really expect someone to write it for you. use your own knowledge and skill and i am sure you’ll get it!

good luck!

~ destiny ^_^