My lungs don't work well, but my brain does,
And with my brain I dream and dream!
In these dreams I can see my future.
However, my brain does not sing.
I sang for you - or was it for a grade?
You've told me to reconsider.
"You need fully-functioning lungs, my dear.
You are determined, but the brain doesn't sing."
I will sing with my heart, I will sing with my brain
I will sing with my chronically ill lungs.
If you, professor, have taught me one thing,
It's to sing on, to always sing on.