Middle Child

When you're a little child of the universe
Innocent and turned inward
As you grow older, things turn outward
Youngest ones, they go their own way
Oldest ones, they can be shining
If they're not whining
And middle children, well, here I am
Trying to make it work again
Trying to make it work again
Trying to make it work

If you're a little child of the universe
Innocent but cannot stay so
So you grow older and world-wised up
Bullies, can they empathize
Solitary ones, can they be smiling
And flower children, well here I am
A little late but I stayed up again
A little late but I'll bloom again
A little late but I'm here still

Hey, I don't believe in such kinds of sayings
Not in Monday's child
Even though I'm a perfect Pisces
Cos we're so much more
And Middle Children, child, well, here I am
Trying to make it work again
Trying to make it work again
Trying to make it work



Credits
Writer(s): Lyn Bertles
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