The schoolyard bully-year knocked me down, But while I was laying crying on the ground, I gained some perspective, and remembered a love of mine. - And while that year was pointing, laughing at me, I got back on my feet. Dusting myself off and drying my tears, I caught it by surprise. Wrestling it to the ground, Rolling all around, I made that year mine. Kicking and screaming, I made it bleed the times I wanted to see. After all was said and done, I asked the year "Why have you been so mean?" And came the simple reply, "Because you needed it." We shook hands and went and got a beer, And with every coming year, I remember that one, Who taught me a lesson I needed to learn, Even if I had no idea I needed it.