I was lying there
in a roadside half dead.
I was injured,
I had no food, no bed
One Day I was picked
And brought to hell
I was drilled and reshaped
I yelled but accepted a farewell
Now I am head of heads
God of people
My operation was successful
A roadside stone now owns a temple
Being stepping stones
Marble and golds are jealous of me
They don't know my sacrifices but you and me!