I'm counting my blessings
I'm coming home,
Through all the toils &turmoils
& through all the suffering!
I look around;
& I see how blessed I was,
I am and always will be.
I was lost, so lost
It took me years and experiences profound.
The laughter seemed hollow
the pleasures unsatisfying.
I stared at the junction
Not sure which path to follow.
Then one day, 'neath the sunny sky
when I sat &didn't quite know
where to hide,
I counted my blessings
& I shivered
I saw what a schmuck
I was to have quivered.
And now, this day
I'm counting my blessings
I'm coming home.
Through all the toils &turmoils
& through all the suffering!