with the pressures of everyday livin'//when you're innocent, yet still unforgiven//overwhelming adversity becomes ordinary//and yet death continues to spare me//the peace of tomorrow's dreams//and and rapture of those finer things//like halos and golden wings//and all that which eternity brings//sing of today and don't look to tomorrow//and although yesterday was filled with sorrow//borrowed time is what we are all using//and this life is of our choosing...