Blood courses and runs through my veins
And I do what needs to be done
I wake each morning just grateful
- Able to get out of my bed

Slowly, I count all my blessings
For I am loved, and I still have
Friends, poetry and family
To live for, share with and to love

As nighttime comes, I then rejoice
For what I was able to do
Fact is, there is a point in life
When being alive is, enough

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