These Lungs

These lungs weren't meant for this world
for holding me back.
They were destined for another land (or place I'm not sure on the exact word here)
but things never went to plan. (?)

Instead they're stuck inside me
drowning me as I breathe.
No break to let me live my life
no room to fully be.

But hope is not forgotten
all is not lost.
These lungs that are inside me
could soon be gone. (?)

The gift of life is close at hand
close enough to taste.
My world could soon start moving
with me in the race.

Out of heartbreak could come life
if only people see.
That such a small effort
could save someone like me.

I urge the world to become donors (?)
before it's too late.
These lungs that are inside me
have an expiry date