I was lucky enough
To wake up this morning
And with my own eyes
See the sunrise
Lucky enough to have feet
And shoes to keep them warm
Legs that carry my body
To and from
A big heart
That loves and breaks
And pumps blood
Throughout my body
But I woke up to an empty bed
And the morning seems a lot colder
I had a can of soda for breakfast
And a cigarette to ease my mind
No one said 'Have a good day! '
As I walked out the door
I woke up this morning
And believe me
I'm one of the lucky ones
Some don't even wake up anymore
They're even luckier
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