For all the joy Thy child shall bring, The risk of grief we'll run. nnTo all ParentsnnYou're born, raised and then torn down,nto look a little more like, everyone you meet,nAnd everyday that goes by,nyou look a little less like who you used to be.nnI don't mind the people staring,n'cause I know they never see me anyway,nIn these days, all the worlds the stage,nand everyone one just wants to be the star.nnwe'll love him while we maynnThis is all too heavy,nIf you believe in your self,nBut no one can hurt you with out your consent,nAnd I am not giving in.nI'm not giving innand I'm not giving innnI don't mind the people staring,n'cause I know they never see me anyway,nAnd everyday that goes by,nyou look a little less like who you used to be.nnI don't mind the people staring,n'cause I know they never see me anyway,nIn these days, all the worlds the stage,nand everyone one just wants to be the star.nnThis is all too heavy,nIf you believe in your self,nBut no one can hurt you with out your consent,nAnd I am not giving in.nnThis is all too heavy,nIf you believe in your self,nBut no one can hurt you with out your consent,nAnd I am not giving in.nI'm not giving innand I'm not giving innnI'll lend you for a little time a child of minenFor you to love - while he livesnnAnd mourn for when he's dead.nAnd from the throngs that crowdnLife's lanes, I have selected you.nnNow will you give her all your love, nNor think the labor vain,nNor hate Me when I come to call tonTake him back again?nnSpeaking sections From poem I'll Lend You A Child by Edgar Guest