It has been said that I save lives
And therefore must be a hero
But it's only an intercession
That brings our lives in contact
That fate brings on injury, or illness
And allows a man to intercede
In changing destiny, in mortality
But it is unkind too
Bringing death at times and humility
So then pride is controlled
And a mortal man must bend
To the reality of the fates
Sometimes in the face of complete resolve
To lengthen the time by his hands
And steal time from the inevitable
The shadow that is disability and death
That always looms nearby
To gather without prejudice
And give no reply or reason
Neither fair nor foul