Some days I rather stay in bed,
Some days I rather do nothing rather than something,
Some days each step is like a prayer,
Some days each step is like being in shackles.
The dreary, the doubtful,
The lost, the lonesome,
The weary and wandering,
Lost in a land that seems so bleak with no sign of grace on the horizon.
Awake my dreary soul,
Awake from your slumber,
Awake from your anxious state,
Arise with the dawning,
Arise with the imperfect,
Arise and take hold of what you can,
get by get help and get going.