A child was born so long ago
To change the world we're told,
To end the wars and heal the hurt
And quell the killing cold.
But wars exist and pain remains
With winters seldom mild.
That child of snow
With far to go
Was surely Thursday's child,
Yet Thursday children have a way
Of reaching for a star
And Thursday children cannot stay
No matter where they are.
They have to move. They have to see
How they can tame the wild.
God, give me strength that I may be
Forever, Thursday's child.
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