You ran across the yard and turned your backYour brother he watched and in the grass he satThe neighbor kid with a loaded gun and carHe fired a shot and the bullet grazed your heartThe doctors they watched you close and held their breathAnd some would believe in a miracle they witnessedThe bullet stopped short and broke one of your ribsA hospital bed and a second chance to liveYou’re closer to deathThe neighbors – they left, ashamed of what he didTheir son, they hidAnd all of the rest – your days that are left – upon your chest: a scarA gift; your heart never stoppedI was afraid of what a friend told meA burst of light and the harsh realityHe could recall a voice so comfortingBut still it was hard to know what to believeI looked away as my head absorbed the factsAnd ran through the house until I reached the backI couldn’t help but be taken with the fearIt’s unavoidable but he is always nearI was closer to deathAnd I would have guessed it was my turn to goHe told me soAnd the all of the rest of my days that are left – upon my chest: a scarA gift; my heart never stoppedbeatriz dahrug :]