Rise and shine my little sleepy head,
Get up, get out of that old trusted bed.
There’s things to do and places to go,
You can’t just lie there, with feelings so low.
So now get up Mister, get out of that old trusted bed.
I had to duck for his alarm clock was flyin at my head.
That’s it, you can stay there and it’s entirely up to you.
But I’m not wasting one more second, I’m done, I’m through.
How do you bring life back into someone when it’s seems all gone?
Trying to urge them and arouse them seems to be totally wrong.
I’ve tried everything from understanding to a cup of ice water.
All I get for my plight is abuse and pure unadulterated slaughter.
So that’s it, they can sleep there, and live in their own bad dreams.
They can miss all the beauty in life, all things in God’s schemes.
I have been there too and I know there’s only one way out.
That’s to open up your heart and give God a piercing SHOUT!