I am Blessed
I am blessed, as you can see
I walk around, on my own two feet.
Doctors, needles, operations, and more.
If you saw me at age 11, your jaw would hit the floor .
Nine titanium rods, sticking out of my leg.
The pain, unbearable I would plead and beg.
I am blessed as you can see.
To be a healthy young man, just look at me.
Six years ago, I was faced with fear.
Six years later, not another tear.
I couldn't do this journey on my own,
What g-d has planned for me, is still unknown...
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