will the swamp sink my own troubles again.
I saw a frog hop to find another city.
Where he could remain who he should of been.
His career is to live with flies.
Of course  he doesnt mind.
If only icould be a frog.
Id be sattisfied living in a bog.
No matterwhere I go ill stay the same.
Like a frog who lillies around hopping for change.
Maybe I should learn the beauty in the swamp.
Then I will surley know where I belong.
Happiness wasnt made out of new rivers.
Its hidden in the marshes where I grew up.
Simplicity is like pond.
Be proud of where your from.
A tadpole becomes a frog.
And builds his life out of what he wants.
His confinement is only where he lives.
When he grows leggs hell know about the world.
And try to move away from boredom.