Count (the blessings)

If one could count a billion stars
Or count the sands beside the sea
Then time would heal a million scars
And live to tell the times for thee

If two could sing the songs of ages
And find the secrets of this life
Too dumb we'd count the wisest sages!
And find that life was filled with strife

But in your arms are no equations
Nor peaks the mountains dare contend
For hand in hand are kings and nations
And in a single breath, their end

For three could find the rhymes of others
And at their end they find your Truth
That life is like the gift of mothers
And counting is the songs of youth