It used to be safe to come home,
Until then the bad spirits took our homes,
And made ours theirs.
In all these and this,
In between the needle holes;
We still see our blessings.
Deep down and truly,
We all know what is the better
Than what is the best
Good and better was never enough,
There came Mr best.
Better is about you,
Best is about us.
The best brings more blessings.
How do we have just one power?
We decide to use this power to praise pains.
Who then shall historicize our blessings?
Save yourself
Before you
Save others.
Count your blessings as you count others.