"For all the joy Thy child shall bring, The risk of grief we'll run. 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 worlds the stage,
and everyone just wants to be the star.
"we'll love him while we may"
This is all too heavy,
If you believe in your self,
But no one can hurt you without 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 worlds 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 without 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 without 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 he lives
And mourn for when he'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 I come to call to
Take him back again?"
Speaking sections From poem "I'll Lend You A Child" by Edgar Guest
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"I Will Lend You A Child"
I will lend you, for a little time,
A child of mine, He said.
For you to love the while she lives,
And mourn for when she's dead.
It may be six or seven years,
Or twenty-two or three.
But will you, till I call her back,
Take care of her for Me?
She'll bring her charms to gladden you,
And should her stay be brief.
You'll have her lovely memories,
As solace for your grief.
I cannot promise she will stay,
Since all from earth return.
But there are lessons taught down there,
I want this child to learn.
I've looked the wide world over,
In search for teachers true.
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes,
I have selected you.
Now will you give her all your love,
Nor think the labour vain.
Nor hate me when I come
To take her home again?
I fancied that I heard them say,
'Dear Lord, Thy will be done!'
For all the joys Thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter her with tenderness,
We'll love her while we may,
And for the happiness we've known,
Forever grateful stay.
But should the angels call for her,
Much sooner than we've planned.
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand.
- 专辑：Ganglion
- 歌手：Saltillo
- 歌曲：Giving In
