Of all that we can do, why can't we
count ourselve as fortunate? Because
we're free, not to see, it's easy not to

be, be aware of all that we can do. Why
can't we count ourselves as fortunate.




From above looking down, with a

broken smile - every curse cast as a
cure. To awaken thee from this blissful
coma. We're - blessed to be here - lest

we forget...




We wander this path of privilege, with
every step we take for granted. Until

we untie these shoes, we will always,
we will always lose. Ignore no more.




But we still stare blind to the $#&@ing

burden. With which the backs of beauty
bear.




We're - blessed to be here -- lest we

forget. To awaken thee from this
blissful coma.