I was walking along the road alone; mumbling to myself...
What is going on? Then I asked myself.
Why do people see me as just a thing on the shelf?
Why would the Evil put me in this shell? [??? incomprehensible line]
Is it because I had a light-hearted [...?] in the cell?
Or because freedom needs people like me,
But people like me buzzing like a bee
With a word I want to change the world.
*** It is not clear what you are talking about.
Student or Learner