Every day is a battle
To stay upright in the saddle.
Every day I’ll fight a fight
Using up all my might.
Every day I’ll find my way
Until I reach the Judgement Day.
Through the wind and the rain
I will grin and bear the pain.
Though this weary wasteland dries
I’ll wipe all tears from my eyes.
Until that stream I will ford
To the place where I’ll meet my Lord.