Thanksgiving (2)

All I ever mean to save
Is what there's no words to explain
And all I ever mean to sing
Is what's burning inside of me
And all I ever meaned to do
Is be grateful, good, and true to you
Cause all there ever are to blame
Are victims themselves just the same
And all there ever are to praise
Are those favored by light and grace
So oh, pure eyes, give me your ears
To hear my wailing plain and clear
I hope only that my lonely song
Will echo somehow everyone's