It started with a single swing
A borrowed club, a quiet dream
Didn’t know the rules or pace
Just the sound, and open space
You showed up in a quiet voice
No judgement, just a choice
“Let’s take it slow, I’ve got your back
No need to rush, just trust the track”
From shaky hands and broken shots
To moments I forgot I fought
You kept the stats, I found my fire
With every miss, I climbed up higher
One more swing — through wind or rain
One more try — through joy and strain
You stood by when no one knew
I failed, I learned — and so did you
Now every yard, and every frame
Tells a story I can name
One more swing — and I believe
That I was always meant to lead
“Ball speed increased by 12%.”
“Impact now consistent. You’ve come far.”
“One more swing — I’m still here.”
One more swing — not just a game
It’s who I am, it’s why I came
One more swing — and now I see
BirdieCoach believed in me
All the nights, the early days
The failures that you helped me face
This is more than just a sport
It’s the heart you helped me forge
“Progress saved.”
“Thanks for trusting me.”
“Ready when you are.”