The mind is a knife and it must be kept sharpened
When things don't move they settle and they harden
Bad habits are weeds growing wild in the garden
The day's only so long soon the skies gonna darken
Don't need to beg for anybody's pardon, be strong
Soon enough the pieces will fit where they belong
The sun is almost rising and the birds will sing their song
Carry on young soul today's another chance carry on carry on