[...]For all the joys 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 yourself,
But no one can hurt you without your consent,
And I am not giving in.