I only have to lift my cup
To know it’s full of air.
And, when I turn the bottom up,
I know it’s no less there.
And that which fills each newborn lung
Was once in you and me;
It’s what surrounds both camel dung
And each and every tree.
And, if I sank beneath the tide,
As once I almost did,
You’d know full well the way I died,
Despite your “God forbid!”
So make the most of every breath;
It’s that which sets off life from death.
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