With every day I've lived
And my failed efforts to forgive
With every loved one passed
With every race I come in last
I'm aware there are those
Who've been broken
Many worse off than me
With lives of sorrow and misery
I try to count the blessings
Even if they seem to be few
I count myself as fortunate
To see through fog, I find the truth
My world might look desolate
But so many things are good
Human kindness exists
It is a beacon of proof
I believe there is a master plan
Even if I can't see it before me
I trust in the creator's hand
I am fortunate
I have to understand
Some tests must be faced
To find out a true and accurate measure
Of this fragile man
