"For all the joy Thy child shall bring, The risk of grief [bad word]  

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 world's 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 world's 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 [bad word] to call to 
Take her back again?" 

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