Nobody has a say to who I really am,
I am a bullet, rough and tough,
Ready for any game,
What you see is not exactly what you get,
A mask, disguising a true skin,
It seem fragile,
But it ain't made of glass,
Nor paper or plastic,
It is aluminium.
That disguise is strong,
But it is not strong as my soul
Not strong as me.
Come, wind storm, hail, hurricane,
Even sea's rage, splash the water,
Whatever's to challenge I
The heat will rage
I am not scared of you.