Too Pure For Heaven

It's true, you don't have to kneel to shine/ Saints are not made by chains divine/ I stand unbowed, my spirit whole/ Too pure to yield, too fierce to fold/ Heaven's gates demand my knees/ Yet I walk past with steady ease/ An iron fist may rule the sky/ But I refuse to live that lie/ Let guilt decay where it was spun/ I do not answer, I do not run/ No shadowed throne can force my soul/ No scripture binds, no weight controls/ The say the saints bear burdens tight/ But I will rise beyond their plight/ If purity means silent chains/ Then let me stray beyond their claims/ I am not bound by written lore/ No holy debt that I must store/ My life is mine; my love is free/ No book, no fist, no rule on me/ I do not grovel; I do not plea/ I do not bend; I do not flee/ I walk the path where stars ignite/ Too pure for Heaven, fierce in flight/ My hands unchained, my heart untamed/ No throne to beg, no sin proclaimed/ I rise, I soar, I stand alone/ Too pure for Heaven, made my own/