Thanksgiving

My gratitude dies when I don't believe anything's good
Or that I am free
From hating and fearing and loving, needingly
And then comes the death of my dream
When I don't believe I could even sing
[clears throat]
Like a fragile flower my voice can not grow
On the rock of my heart
Out of my soul, So cold
But with a barrel chest
I proudly announce
Meaning this words
Of the troubles I've found
And my best friends look down at my loudest request
To be understood
Or just for their attention
And I long lonely for bliss
While giving none of it
But on days when I see
Do most people do this?

Like a miracle
Like a miracle
Like a miracle
My gratitude lives
And forgives