I Am a Survivor
Tears running through her face
"It can't be, it's my mom," I say
Never seen her cry before
It's the worst feeling of them all
The surgeon told her I might die
But no wonder i hear her cry
First thing I see when I wake up
Is my mom standing by my side
She is excited, happy but surprised
She did not expected me to wake up
I was in a coma she said
Not for one but seven days straight
Why do I write all of this?
It is what has helped me grow, you see
Three years of agony, three years of pain
No one can imagine that i went through hell
I thank no one but God for my life
Thanks to that I have learned so much
I am not perfect and I am not planning to be
All I want for myself is to be humble, to be always free.
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