Seasons/Don’t/Matter
I’m like a sandstone rock in the desert
That sucks-in the rain but still dry
Kick it, bash it! won’t complain
The sun fries it but still silent
It’s sandstone, hard and dry
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When winter growls it doesn’t run away
And the winds don’t break or move it
As it sits still on its sandy cracks
Seasons come, and seasons go
And it’s the same sandstone.
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