Seven years old, standing tall as the doctors start to march in
He says, "Mom and Dad, don't worry about me, I'll be fine
It's okay, they can poke and test me, I'll be alright"
They watched him leave through the double doors
Seven years old, sitting tall in his hospital room
He doesn't quite understand all the words the doctor used
But his mother is crying and his dad is staring at the floor
He whispers, "Don't you worry, I will be fine"
CHORUS
When you know someone who's that brave even though all hope seems lost
And you're thinking to yourself,
"It could be me,
And if it was would I be as brave as he?"
Seven years old, laying small in his hospital bed
With his hand clenched with his lost air he tries to smile
"Hey Mom, now I don't have to comb it anymore
Do you think my brothers will want theirs just like mine?"
CHORUS
Eight years old crawling on his birthday morning
He says "Hey Dad, I don't feel well, make it go away
All I wanted was new toys, not all these aches
But that's okay, I'll be fine"
The nurses and the doctors stand in the doorway with silent tears as he prays to Jesus with a smile on his face
Never a complaining word, always the same smile
Always with the hope of going home
