When I become a bit depressed,
I count the ways in which I am blessed,
When I become a bit depressed,
I count the ways in which I am blessed,
And notice those with heavier crosses,
Who seem to turn to gain, their losses.
They always seem eager to share.
A loaf, a smile, a hopeful prayer.
And walk the way of happiness,
Giving more, asking less..
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