It's just another day, still hanging by a thread.
When I open my eyes, to see a pillow and a bed.
Where I lay my head, I think to myself thank god
I'm still alive and not found dead.
Cause I know I'm not perfect and I know I'm not right
but I try my best and if I were to die tonight.
I pray that I would awake and see light
but I have fright.
Afraid that my light is out of sight,
and I will be left in darkness cold and queit.