A rather noisy and raw, one-take-wonder on my phone, done with minimal preparation and the words and melody written on-the-fly, ad lib, as I played the guitar part.
Count yourself a lucky one
You're waking with the rising sun
And though you're aching inside
You know you're on the right side of the day
Count your blessings every one
Even ones that seem one way
I don't know what it is I've become
But I finally know the way
Here to live, with fire
What we have become
Chances are you'll see
What we have become
