Sometimes not enough,
Others far too many.
Twenty four hours in a day.
Wake up bright and ready to live!
Sometimes dragging this husk around
One day closer to decay.
Life can be so taxing
And hurt just too much,
For days end I pray.
Life can be so wonderful
Full of joy and I don’t want
The end of today.
So tomorrow bring me vigor
And a thickening of skin
To become good clay.
Twenty four hours
Again coming to a close,
I just need your promise
To bring me twenty four more.
– Vagabond Prophet
Vagabond Prophet 