Stick with me through the complexity.

The gratitude of being alive

fills me with a gratitude

so deep it weeps

And I with it fetal on the ground

Bodies weighing mine

Hands grasping for love

Legs wrapped in fervor of peace

Connected.

And gratitude for being alive

fills me with gratitude so deep

that I feel gratitude

loud

joyloud

danceloud

for being alive.

Repeat. (unce unce unce)

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