Friday, September 6, 2013

The Gift

Everyday is a gift
whether you realize it or not

Everyday is beautiful
rain or sun
good day
or
bad day

The sickness lingering inside of me
makes me weak
but with you
I am strong
I can move mountains
I can smile
and be myself
and be proud
of who I am

Where once I was blind
lost in the perpetual darkness
You brought me light
You guided me home

But if today is a gift
I cannot wait
for what tomorrow brings

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