Sunday

When sunday came    
      I would hold your hand    
First to go      
& now to stand    
    
   You pinch me once,    
   you pinched me twice    
     You took me there      
   to treat me nice    
   
I did not know then    
but now I do    
To thy own self;      
      One must be true    
   
          Faith leads to power      
Power leads to glory    
but without respect    
It's a whole different story    
     
   
         Sunday came    
with no hand to hold    
 Now the day is dark      
& winds blow cold    
I remember the lessons    
             I know;     
there is more to learn    
For respect is not given    
It is something      
  You must earn    
     
   
Well,    
Sunday comes      
    Sunday goes    
I get up to put on      
     my Sunday clothes    
 Without you here      
to hold my hand    
Things haven't gone      
        quite as I planned    
        
     More or less    
On the same path      
   to success    
Just a new hair-cut    
& change of address    
     
   
        Monday has come      
Sunday is gone    
I know this as true      
for the Sun has broke dawn    
   
               Wide-awake    
   
No longer in the dark;    
           I leave a place    
where I have left my mark    
Not allowing myself    
to be played like a pawn    
When Sunday comes again    
            will I be gone?