Grateful
For the friendly faces I saw when I turned my head,
and the smiles I received, most of them sweet and real;
for the dances I had and the books that I read,
the words that warmed my heart and the scars that healed;
for the tears of sorrow that ran down my cheeks
and the rain that never fully washed off the dust;
for the songs that hurt but also sealed the leaks,
and the souls who never breached my trust;
for the days that I lived and the lips that I kissed,
the hands that caught me before I hit the floor;
for the people who died, for the people I missed,
the flame they left me with that got me back to shore;
for the millions of times my parents waved at me
and the millions of laughs I’ll never stop sharing;
for the world, for the love, for friends and family;
for all the things to come and what life has to bring,
I’m grateful.
I tell you, the hard times and the failures
were all worth the trouble and were all worth the pain;
every fleeting moment behind every picture,
beneath every silence, did not happen in vain.