Blessings

Count Your Blessings

My love, my love why do you forsake,
My heart so pure and easy to break?
I'm sliding a slope, slippery and greased,
No salvation now not e'en from a priest,
Am I as truly alone as I feel,
These desultory thoughts can't really be real,
They indicate a lack of empathy,
And I start to wonder if you care about me,
Friends, friends, friends and never more,
I wish I knew who invented that law,
I want a friend as well as a lover,
I've got loads of one and none of the other,
Loneliness, heartache oh miserable me,
Happy-go-lucky I will never be.

So it's time to appreciate what I have got,
When I look a bit harder I can see it's a lot,
Strong, loving, kind, that's my family,
Ready for anything; my friends and me,
Food on the plate, a roof o'er my head,
And I'm the only one that wishes me dead,
My country is stable even though we're at war,
With a far away place I've never seen before,
A good steady job that gives me respect,
And, at the end of each month, a reasonable cheque,
I've counted my blessings, named every one,
So why don't I feel like I'm having fun?
I guess we all crave what we haven't got,
There's green grass o'er that fence and, wow, such a lot!