"My heart is like a bruise
All purple and uneven
Stitches and duct tape trying to keep it together
Yet only suffocating it
Trying so hard but getting so exhausted
Still, it keeps going
Keeps pushing through
And I believe it will last
It has to right?
Unless I choose to give up
There's so many things I don't want to give up
So I make it still work
It still keeps me alive
And for that I have to be thankful.
For without it...
I wouldn't be able to help people as I do
Without it I wouldn't know the joy of Life
Even if I do know the grief of death as well
So, in the end
I'm thankful for a bruised life
I'm happy to accept it."