Not A Survivor
I am who I am and I do what I do
Not just a disease like the cold or a flu
Not even cancer can define who I am
Because now I can hold it in the palm of my hand
I'm not a survivor, a poet or whatever
I'm a wandering Pilgrim on the road of forever
I'll stick out my thumb to get a free ride
Or of not I will get there even against the tide
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