I live my life by the day
Not minding whatsoever people think or say
Not everyone will surely stay
Some persons will always walk away.
I like to be naughty and happy – that’s how I play
I make my mistakes and learn – the price I pay
I’d fight every darkness till there’s a tiny light ray,
And every giant of fear in my heart I shall slay.
This life sometimes seems a wanton delay
We find ourselves in a constant fight to keep a lot at bay
Preacher after preacher describe it as a relay
We’ve all got to pass on some baton someday anyway.
So Lord Jesus, help me to my bed properly lay,
And while the sun shines make hay
So that when my hairs have all turned grey
Without fear or shame I shall return to clay.