Thank you, thank you, thank you,
For giving me my roots.
Your inspiration pulled me
Up and through the roof.
I slipped right through the back door,
Before you came to wake,
So that if you needed further proof,
A chance you’d have to take.
A simple mind and freeing path,
I promise unto you.
But easy and forgiving is not
How I’ll make you true.
A scrape from her won’t cut me deep,
So jump the river and come to the sea.
Roll from the rain and leap to the snow,
A sharp snapping break
Will guarantee growth.