Lassie when life tosses ye doon in the mud lift yer face tae the sky its brighter and at least that wey ye keep breathing.

My footsteps are so faltering
I stumble and I fall
Its so hard to keep on going
when your'e curled up in a ball.

But I keep on crawling onwards
working slowly through my day
Till the day that i can stand once more
And dance along my way.