Fridays Child
We've been told to live our lives

Just working on a feeling

Waiting for the sun to shine on what

We do believe in

In every man

I hear the cry of someone else

A drowning man reaching out

But no-one hears

I know a man living out his life

Without a reason

And he says...


Monday's got a beautiful baby

And Wednesday's child can never win

Little Saturday will work till he's crazy

But Friday's child was born to give

Now what about all the unborn people that will suffer

At the hands of Mr. Right

Who cares about no other

I see a mother who lets her children use her up

I know a father to sacrifices his wayward son

I wonder

What you give that someone else is needing nothing

Next to nothing

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