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Lucky to be AliveEarly in the morning hoursI saw dancing with the flowersthe painted wings of a butterflyand I wondered at the reasonit would live so short a seasonthat garden angel seemed born to diebut as it romanced those daisiesmy doubts began to meltmaybe my questions were crazyand that butterfly just feltlucky to be aliveand free on this earthtouching ev'ry momentand tasting what it's worthif he sees one more sunrisehe's lucky to be alivesometimes my heart will lose its thunderI'll sit on the porch and wonderif life has a place where I belongthen I'll soak up April weatherand soar with the silky feathersof some old Gordon Lightfoot songand as a man gets olderhis shadow learns to tell timesome days that shadow taps my shoulderand tells me that I'mlucky to be aliveand free on this earthtouching ev'ry momentand tasting what it's worthif he sees one more sunrisehe's lucky to be alivethen I pictured wings and beauty great and smalland thought that life's not born of luck at allI fell to my knees and began to praybelieving only a fool could sayhe's lucky to be aliveand free on this earthtouching ev'ry momentand tasting what it's worthif he sees one more sunrisehe's lucky to be alive(c)2005 Robert George