As I awaken, as if from a dream
I'm eye level with the stench
of this primordial swamp
I'm laying in

Wasn't it just yesterday
I was at the mountain top
praising and rejoicing
now as gas bubbles burst around me
I think if I let myself go under
I would become those bubbles in time
I hear something
a rustling over that way
do I dare move
do I have the strength
yes as I move as if swimming in muck
I slowly pull myself up and out of the slime
Sleep comes and I dream again...
I awake, on my feet, walking
no path, no road, which way
towards the hills, I go
I look down, a path I'm on
at a crossroad, I turn towards the higher ground
I've long since shaken off the muck and slime off me
Now I feel the sun on my face
something stirs inside, do I dare feel well
The air is fresher, my mood elevated
I'm high enough now to look back at the way I've come
the swamp still remains in my vision
up I go, my senses are returning
Suddenly I'm back on the mountain top
My spirit is overflowing, singing and praising
as I look over the wonderful sight
the swamp far below
I think, can't I stay here
must I go back to do it all again...