A Ring of Keys

I remember getting my drivers license.
It was a big day and I think I grew up some.
I became an organ donor because I knew in my heart it was the right thing to do;
and I knew in my hand I held more than a set of car keys.

And I remember the day I wrecked.
There had been many big days and I knew I had grown up some.
All in critical condition so I cut out my own heart and walked away from the collision because it was the right thing to do;
and I knew I held in my hand a new set of keys.