Survivor
By Steve Humpage
Death laid a hand on my heart
Though it was only fleeting
But through the fear and pain
My heart just kept on beating
Death laid a hand on my lungs
As I was being tended
He tried to stop me breathing
While I was being mended
Death laid a hand on my soul
To stop it from flying
He tried to take me away
But I wasn’t ready for dying
Death paid a visit today
But I had a good reviver
So he left empty handed
I’m a heart attack survivor
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