• When I turned five
    I would fight to be alive
    I just turned Nine
    And my life was on the line

    I coughed myself to sleep
    I dreamed of cold winter sleet
    I woke up later that night
    And i saw a white bright light

    I put up a great fight
    And it turned out to be right
    If i followed that bright light
    I wouldn't be here tonight

    I should be up in heaven
    Instead I turned eleven
    And now when I get sick
    I learned never to quit