Being thank-ful
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Oh, Madre Mia the most beautiful of them all.
You with your tender words and sayings
Have nurtured me since I was small.
You have been there to give me your blessings
Even if I succeed or I fall.
I'm thank-ful when my eyes are open
I'm thank-ful that my mind still function
I'm thank-ful that my legs are strong
And not crumbling under this messy storm
For the world is an unstable place
