Life, a very mysterious thing
You figure you live it and then you die
Some can do it
Some of us develop problems; why
Nobody can say there is a scientific fact
Of why this problem occurs
All we can do is live our life
Under a micrscope and be observed
They tell you to live your life
Live it as much as you can
But the bumps in the road
Can knock you down while you stand
You'd figure you'd be used to it
An MRI, CT scan one after the other
But always wondering will this be it
According to one doctor the "fatal bleed", and no possibility to recover
Life is like a poker game
You're dealt a certain hand
What you do with it is up to you
We've survived it, strong we stand
