If you look upon my face,
you will never see a trace,
of the hell that consumes my health.
Through cancer and pain,
I still dance in the rain,
and my life is full of great wealth.
A doomed age of two,
I still breathe among you,
defying the odds quite unheard.
Withered hands and weak heart,
I refuse to depart,
till I've spoken the very last word.
Give meaning to chance,
I can sing and I dance,
With my angels you call my sons.
Never tell me I can't,
cause I'll rave and I'll rant,
Till I show you it can be done!