RAPED

Each breath I take for granted,
each ripple on the sea,
the wind that's blowing softly,
ignored most days by me.

I find few thoughts are given to
these gifts God gave to me,
instead I grumble at the rain
and miss these things that's free.

So much of life is missed this way,
God's blessings seen escaped,
until one day I see my life
by my own hand was raped.