Round and round, round and round.
Falling on the ground,
I am a ball that makes a sound.
Like the earth, but weighs a pound.
Round and round, round and round.
Facing ordeals with wounds,
I am a human who ceases the sound.
Like in the library, but without the crowd.
Round and round, round and round.
Climbing up the mounts,
Life is like a heartbeat count.
But it cannot be weighed by the pound.
