Treasure Island

Tim Holmes Jr

(1984 / Durham)

I Just Want To Thank You


I thank you for giving me this breathe we call life
I thank you for thinking of me, when I couldn't see clear
I thank you for giving me this woman I call wife
I say thank you for on the third try, I have a blessed child here

I thank you for every friend, and all my family
I thank you for saving me, when I only was thinking of self
I say thank you for the blessings not the materials nor the money
But for blessing me with things more important than wealth

if you are feeling down and out
just take to time to stop and think
of all the things you really do have, and with no doubt
You will see his love grows for you it never sinks...

Submitted: Friday, March 08, 2013
Edited: Friday, March 08, 2013
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