Mud

I'll eat the mud
I'll suck the sun
Out of the sky
Puncture the clouds

When I'm throwing down
It won't make a sound
Below the bed
Under the ground

When I fought the night
It stayed asleep
It didn't move
The dark is cheap

I'm braiding hair
Braiding it well
My father taught me
Now I can tell

When I sleep
And when I'm awake
I'm not afraid
This dirt is fake