I crouch down on the floor,Theres something more than fear, I lost my footing and I fell on my knees.How could I breathe more than something burnt? How could I sleep?"I won't waste my time", I said. And I dug my own grave,And now I am on the sidewalks that no-one wants to walk but I'm still made of flesh and bones.I'm awake on an endless road, anyway I've walked the road with my feet buried for so long.I have been a guard of what surrounds me, but who is my guard? I have started a fire. (But it doesn't matter)"I won't waste my time", I said. And I dug my own grave,And now I am on the sidewalks that no-one wants to walk but I'm still made of flesh and bones.I would like to fly above you all, but I'm made of flesh and bones.