Friday's 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

I'm 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

Who sacrifices his wayward son

I wonder

What you give that someone else is needing nothing

Next to nothing

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