Youthful resistance not to be put down by a physical condition
Predetermined to suffer in a country that doesn't care


Life changing accidents,
An auto-immune disease the cancer spreads
Hands held high above our heads

This won't be the end

These things may be terminal

This is not a death sentence

You can play that game

But no one really deserves it
Hands tied behind my back
There's still determination in these eyes


Beaten down black and blue
And I can't sleep

You can't condemn the soul
I'm scared to death
It takes a special kind

And I can't sleep
To change a life