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In all truth… I owned every bit of it
The dump was my dump
The trash, my trash

I carried a big black bag with me too
You know, the cheap plastic kind
And I carried it with me everywhere

I used to pick up the trash from off the ground
Then I stuffed it as deep in the bag as I could
And the more I held onto the trash, the heavier the bag became

The bag was heavy indeed
And the bag was my burden

Some people say that one man’s trash is another man’s treasure
But if the same man who threw it away picks it up again,

Trash is trash for a reason

Then, on one of those lonesome days of collecting,
One of those very lonesome days,
I saw an old broken hatchet on the ground

Out of instinct, I picked it up, put it in my bag
I had no reason to,
It was no treasure

Rusted, tarnished, and splintered, it was worthless
It was my trash,
But no man was foolish enough to call it his treasure

For many days I held onto that hatchet, as worthless as it was
But one day I heard a rip
It was like grass being pulled from the ground

At that moment, all the weight on my back seemed to disappear
I turned around
The trash had all fallen out
Not a bit of it remained in the filthy torn bag

That’s when I began to understand
The bag was trash
It was pointless to stuff that bag full of trash

So, I decided to bury it all
I dug a whole deeper than the deepest of graves,

When I was done, the dump was empty
I could see the dirty ground for what it was
The trash had stained the land… my land… my heart
The trash was ugly, and I used to carry it with me every day

I couldn’t help but see what the trash did to me
I couldn’t help but see how ugly it had made me
I burned for change

One day,
One lonesome day,
I planted a seed…
It wasn’t just any seed,
It was the seed of forgiveness
And I was happy again

Soon the seed flowered
The clouds broke on that dark dump, and the light shined
And that was all that plant needed
It grew tall, and it was covered in bright and colorful flowers
It dropped more seeds,
To my pleasant surprise
And soon the place I had once called ugly, I called beauty
And soon it was full of trees, and flowers, and grass

And from that moment on, I made a choice
Everyday up to this, I have walked that garden, and seen it’s beauty

Oh yes, I still carry a bag with me
But everyday I walk the garden, I fill it with flowers,