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.