My life is just like a mirror, reflecting what's going on around.
When alone my face is empty, broken by the voiceless sound.
I always try to keep in company, or solemn silence will prevail.
Try to keep my flagging spirits, from curling up and going stale.
Maybe because I’m a wednesday’s child, that I’m filled with woe.
Oh I wish to be a thursday’s child, then I could have so far to go.
