• I sat there, swinging, as if no end would come
    Not wanting to return, to my home in the slums

    No one called me home, like they didn't even want me
    So i just kept on swinging, the only thing that set me free

    I swung high in the air, I felt like a bird in the wind
    The sun shone down, and dappled my skin

    The wind rustled my hair, and rushed at my face
    I sat in the swing, feeling nature's warm embrace

    I sat there swinging, as if no end would come
    The power of hunger, I would never succumb

    I felt alive and happy, for all it would do
    I'd still have to return, to the hard life that I knew

    None of the passerby, could really understand
    What I'd been through, that I did everything by hand

    Does anybody know, is anybody aware
    Does anybody have, a single little prayer

    I sat there swinging, as if no end would come
    The little girl people tried to stay away from

    I stopped pumping my legs, the swing slowed down
    I began to cry, in my tears I would once again drown

    I will never live a life, full of gaiety and joy
    Where everything I had, at will I could destroy

    Endless amounts of food and clothes
    That is the life that I wish I could've chose

    I sat there swinging, as if no end would come
    I sat there swinging, as clouds covered the sun

    I don't love the life I lead, not even close
    But as it's the only one I have, I better make the most

    I hopped of the swing and bounded towards home
    The one and only place, I'd really ever known

    I leaped into the arms, of my dear mom and dad
    "We thought we'd lost you, we're eternally glad"

    I sit here swinging, older than before
    I don't dislike my place, not anymore

    I have learned to accept my role in life
    As a family we work through the hunger and strife

    It may be hard for us to survive day to day
    But not anymore, do we live on the fray

    I still visit the swing, every once in a while
    Whenever I swing, I can't help but smile