There was once a girl,
               Who taught me many things,
To love the earth,
                    And count my blessings.

Once I was broken,
                    Beyond repair.
   I laid on the floor,
                           Full of despair.

       She walked by me,
                 I thought she'd pick me up.
     But she said to me,
                          Get the hell up.

She didn't give me a hand,
              She didn't help me at all.
She just made sure I got back up,
                           That was all.

             So I sat there,
Sobbing and crying.
Like a little baby,
                                  Moaning and whining.

            She said to me,
Why do you cry little one?
                                 There are bigger battles,
To be fought and one.

               Hearing her words,
Made me get back on my feet.
               I said no more,
I disliked defeat.

               She smiled at me at last,
Knowing she'd taught me right.
     To never give up,
                           Without a fight.

      Reaching out her hand,
           Get up she said.
                        I took her hand,
                                              Got up and went again.