Counting My Blessings

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!