With this walk, with this talk I raise my hands up to the sky,
When the Grey clouds would arrive this day would be one to survive,
Hook me up to this joke played on my life
See me smile see me laugh it is a rocky ride,
It's amusing oh your stories in this road
Being traced by the blinks in my eyes
My breaths my heartbeats; living free not slaved freedom at last,
My mountain top is a treacherous climb,
My wide river crossed with gasps of air not giving up,
With this walk and this talk, the fights not over cancer you won't take my life.