Every single breath we take,
A gift from God, which we partake.
We live our lives without a care,
Not even thinking, we suck in air.
The air goes in, our lungs it fills
Into our red blood cells the oxygen spills.
It flows out, each part it graces
From our toes, up to our faces.
The other cells take in that gas.
From cell to cell, none will pass.
It helps them grow, it helps them fight,
It gives them power, it gives them might.
But what perchance, should the lungs fail?
Is that a cause to sprawl and wail?
There is a preciousness with each breath
For without, it’s certain death.
There are some born with a disease
Their genes are missing certain keys.
They lose their lungs but not their heart
Striving to live from the start
They seem to grow beyond their years
With their lives so full of fears
They grow and learn, among us all
The hacking cough as their call
They learn to live, tho they’ll die
To live their best they do try
Weeks in hospitals, days spent sick
Most of them as skinny as a stick.
Doing treatments, having fun
Sitting outside, time in the sun
Taking handfuls of pills every day
So to live, their bodies may
Years go on, health declines
After doing things of all kinds
Constant infections do their deed
At times, the lungs, crack and bleed.
In the lungs, scar tissue fills
Mucus clogs, together, it kills
And so the body loses life,
The spirit leaves, its earthly strife
It enters through the heavenly gate
To receive its well earned estate.
There they wait for all of us.
We needn’t make a fuss.
For we will see them once more
Sitting with God upon the floor.