"For all the joy Thy child shall bring, The risk of grief we'll run.

To all Parents"

You're born, raised and then torn down,
to look a little more like, everyone you meet,
And everyday that goes by,
you look a little less like who you used to be.

I don't mind the people staring,
'cause I know they never see me anyway,
In these days, all the worlds the stage,
and everyone one just wants to be the star.

This is all too heavy,
If you believe in your self,
But no one can hurt you with out your consent,
And I am not giving in.
I'm not giving in
and I'm not giving in

I don't mind the people staring,
'cause I know they never see me anyway,
And everyday that goes by,
you look a little less like who you used to be.

I don't mind the people staring,
'cause I know they never see me anyway,
In these days, all the worlds the stage,
and everyone one just wants to be the star.

This is all too heavy,
If you believe in your self,
But no one can hurt you with out your consent,
And I am not giving in.

This is all too heavy,
If you believe in your self,
But no one can hurt you with out your consent,
And I am not giving in.
I'm not giving in
and I'm not giving in

"I'll lend you for a little time a child of mine
For you to love - while she lives

And mourn for when she's dead.
And from the throngs that crowd
Life's lanes, I have selected you.

Now will you give her all your love,
Nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate Me when I come to call to
Take her back again?"

Speaking sections From poem "I'll Lend You A Child" by Edgar Guest