Counting My Blessing

Thank god, for this morning I was able to see the sun shine just before my run

I could look at it and my eyes wont hurt, perfect start overshadowing the sun

No clouds at all, and even if the rain started to fall I would stand up tall

As I ran across, I saw many closed doors, children playing down the hall

Little girls playing with their dolls, young brothers policking by the door

Mothers gone to sell her soul, father's story far from holy

Fact is, destiny is a force that figures out its own course

No one, truelly likes to be at lost, perhaps gazzeles and carrots

Which were created for that cost, to be consumed and counted on

Just like the lioness, sometime my light is off other times its on

For most its stays dim, limiting my sense of sight and what I can see

Still I thank god, that I could