The past is like mud
It’s all messes and hard to get off
Try to climb out, but it’s all sticky
But the thing  is the mud is was what saved me
But did you know
The mud is like the past the pain everything that happens
Is what make you stronger
And in reality
Mud is what  saves me from dying
Everyone says it a miracle
As they wipe the mud off my face
And tell me to tell my story.


RLC