April has come and gone.
Nearly a year has passed and I'm alive and well.
Nobody ever thought I would make it this far, or long.
The 8th will always be a blemish on calendar.
As long as I live.
If they saw me now, what would they say?
I'm not sure I'd care to know myself.
but I will smile as April 8th comes to pass.
Because I'm alive and well, while I could be in a grave somewhere.