A breath on my lips.
A cry of my heart.
Waiting to be heard.
Wanting to be loved.
Neglected and broken.
Abused and out spoken.
Death came to soon.
I never uttered a word.
Nobody wants me,
nobody cares.
Is this what I'm worth?
Am I just a burden?
If given the chance
what would I say?
I wold say “somebody
love me, somebody care!”
who am I you ask,
why should I care?
Well I'm a babe not
even born.
Killed before birth, they
gave me nothing not even
a breath.
They called me a cell not even
a living being.
But they were wrong I had a
life. I could have lived.
So why did they kill me?
Why did they abuse me?
For the bettering of man kind they say,
to cure others by taking my life.
I am an unborn child killed before birth, I crime I call it, they call it a cure.
This post has been edited by hairador: 15 March 2009 - 01:15 PM

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