If it weren't for the fact that
Air rushes in and out of my precious lungs,
I would have nothing to be thankful for.
If it weren't for the beautiful people
I have learned to surround myself with,
I would have nothing to be thankful for.
If it weren't for the hard times forced
Upon me for being the indifference,
I would have nothing to be thankful for.
If it weren't for my brilliant mind
That helps me speak up for my beliefs,
I would have nothing to be thankful for.
If it were for my tender heart
And love of all things free,
I would have nothing to be thankful for.
If it weren't for my torturous past
And a years of hate and regret,
I would have nothing to be thankful for.