Thankful, Grateful And Awake

The hollow sound of the dead - reach my ears

Telling tales, about the things I have done

I don’t know what to say about the things in the past

I can’t change now - what I’ve become

That’s a lie, it tells me -

You have the power to stop, turn around and take back your mistakes

You alone, have the power to recreate and restore

Starting over is all that it takes

I don’t think I can do it, I whispered aloud

I can’t be the one who stands out in the crowd

I’m only one, I have no power to change

Just one voice, in a world so loud

You must try, said the voice, with such conviction and pride

I fell onto my knees, to the ground

Asked for strength to begin to heal and restore

As I lay there forgiven, and cried

So this November, as I gather -giving my thanks

For the blessings I have in my life

I remember that I am a guest in these lands

Adopted under - the red, white and blue stripes

Knowing before me, there was another

I stand proudly with them, hand in hand

A thankful, adopted citizen

With the people indigenous to this great land