Blessed

Photo by Kevin Dingman

You've gathered yourself

You lived through hell and then

You counted yourself among the blessed

Who made it out alive again

You don't know, you don't know just what it meant

You don't care, you don't care just how they felt

They don't know, no they don't know what it's about

But you, you made it out

So don't cry anymore

No don't you cry

So gather yourself

You'll go through hell again

And maybe someday you'll count yourself among the blessed

Who made it out alive again

You don't know you don't know just what it's for

But oh, God, you've been through this before

And when all you have is doubt

I said, you, you will make out

There's a long, long road

But it leads me to your door

there's a wide and raging se

But leads me back to your shore