I fell into a swamp one day,
Got covered with mud, dirt and hurt.
I tried to get up, but I was stuck.
I really had it with bad luck.

I struggled, got loose and walked away.
I was proud to walk because I crawled that day.
Mud covering my clothes, face and heart
forced to to look for a new start.

I went home and washed all the mud off.
I felt dirtier than a pig in a trough.
I learned to take care of myself and what was mine,
maybe for the very first time.

because at the swamp, there was no one there.
No, it wasn’t fair.
But that the way it was meant to be,
like many things in life we can’t see.

I go back to the swamp and still feel pain.
Then I think of getting free and feel better again.
I then turn around and walk home,
As I did that day all alone.
See, I did cry, but I didn’t die
and I DID get out of that swamp on my own.