You ran across the yard and turned your backnYour brother he watched and in the grass he satnThe neighbor kid with a loaded gun and carnHe fired a shot and the bullet grazed your heartnnThe doctors they watched you close and held their breathnAnd some would believe in a miracle they witnessednThe bullet stopped short and broke one of your ribsnA hospital bed and a second chance to livennYou're closer to deathnThe neighbors - they left, ashamed of what he didnTheir son, they hidnAnd all of the rest - your days that are left - upon your chest: a scarnA gift; your heart never stoppednnI was afraid of what a friend told menA burst of light and the harsh realitynHe could recall a voice so comfortingnBut still it was hard to know what to believennI looked away as my head absorbed the factsnAnd ran through the house until I reached the backnI couldn't help but be taken with the fearnIt's unavoidable but he is always nearnnI was closer to death nAnd I would have guessed it was my turn to gonHe told me sonAnd the all of the rest of my days that are left - upon my chest: a scarnA gift; my heart never stopped