Dante Maticus - Sprout

If you see me as a ball on the sidewalk counting dirt
Please remind me of the sun

When I'm called to return only night can do the misfortune
When I'm called to return if the night continues the torture of me
I break

This old plastic elastic canister full of holes I call home
Wasn't always the best way to go on it was mine
All mine

When I'm called to return only night can do the misfortune
When I'm called to return if the night continues the torture of me
I break

Counting dirt
I break

Written by:
Dante Maticus

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