We´ve been told to live our lives just
working on a feeling
Waitig 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 he 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 let´s her children
use her up
I know a father to sacrifice his
wayward son
I wonder
What you give that someone else
is needing
Next to nothing
Monday´s got a beatiful baby
Wednesday´s child can never win
Little Saturday will work till he´s crazy
But Friday´s child he was born to give
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