To such a day as one like this
I begin to think my life’s a gift
Blowing softly and caressed so sweet
Every moment is a splendid treat

I may be lonesome and without a friend
But at least I breathe and am not dead
I may have little, still more than some
There is no reason I can be glum

Pain shoots through me like lightning in a tree
Still, there are others who have it worse than me
I can walk, trot, dance and sing and breathe
The hardships of others, you would scarce believe.

So breathe it all in cause this may be the last
You know how time is, it ticks rather fast