It's 2:45 and baby takes his first breath.
The mother never knew he only had a few left.
The father gets a call in the middle of the night.
His breath gets short, and his chest gets tight.
But he's sixteen, and he's driving too fast.
Takes a turn to the left; it would be his last.
Nobody knows what happens, if he turns to the right.
Nobody in the car would have died that night.
But he's thirty-two and invincible.
The cancer he had; it was visceral.
He never saw it coming, but he had his whole life
Sick in the morning, and he died in the night.