I dont even know.

God and heavenHelp me decide.In which layer of dirt , Shall I reside.Should I be able to feel the rain on my soul?Or should they just dig a deeper hole. Dirt in progress and oil to be.A natural resource for society.Use me up and discard the trash.Once was bone, Now I'm ash.No one needs to knowThis is where I rest. Replace my shell with blades of grass.