Grateful and Contrite

In all things I'm grateful and contrite,

Life can end at any particular point,

Plans can change to be distraught,

I can laugh and be sad at once,

I stand tall and with my brethren,

In all I know it will be a burden,

But I can stand and make a small token,

To be counted in and put up,

As a number in this fight for our lives.