I draw the line at midnight and at the end of the day.
I draw the line at the end of time.
And in wonder I see out the night and the day.
I draw the line at midnight.
I draw the line at the end of the day,
and I exist in the moment,
for precious is our time upon the earth,
and I try not to take it for granted for I am gifted it,
and life is far too often far too cruelly taken away,
and so, I draw the line at midnight,
I draw the line at midday.
and I treasure every second,
for I am lucky to be alive,
and life is filled with chances,
and life, it gambles with my life every day.