My Bootstraps
It’s easy to list off the things you might need
A pillow to sleep on, fresh air to breathe
Food in your belly, the shirt on your back
It’s easy to go even further than that
To say: I need money, a house and a car
I need a career if I want to go far
I need this one person, without whom I’d die
I need all these things if I want to survive
But for me, honestly, none of it’s true
I don’t need places to go or things to do
I don’t need to have money or a roof up above
I don’t even need the people I love
Now don’t get me wrong, all these things are quite nice
I wouldn’t give them up, no matter the price
The point is all I need to simply get by
Are the trusty old three: me, myself and I
When tough times come, and I’m down on my luck
All I need are my bootstraps to pull myself up
With self-reliance and a smile on your face
Eventually everything falls into place
I’ve been without work, without family and friends
I’ve lost people I loved and lost all common sense
I’ve had no place to live and no car to drive
But I have self-reliance, and I’ve always survived
Moral of the story is keep your chin up
Things will improve, no matter how much they suck
Often when it seems the world’s coming to an end
There’s something wonderful just around the bend
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