Bright Flashes

There were bright flashes the day you were born
 And your mother's hair was brown.
 All of the doctors pronounced you a dead man
 And they told her what to prepare for.
 Somewhere far from you at the center of earth
 The science that made you awoke.
 And it said oooo.
 The gods in the sky draped in cloth made of clover
 Amused by the cliffs of your plights
 Sent down a goddess with hair black as night.
 She gave you a piece of her power.
 And once you were young and gasping for air
 And now you are strong as a mountain.
 And all things considered it's quite coincidence
 I am still here and so are you.
 The floor of the Earth may decide to upturn us,
 The skies might be ready to strike.
 And you might decide, overwhelmed with surprise
 That there might be something on earth worth saving.
 Let it be me.
 Oxygen sometimes can lead you off course
 and breathing is something to die for,
 but all things considered it's quite coincidence
 I am still here and so are you.