Our unborn lives
They really think they have the right,
Morning noontime day or night.
To take our lives we hold so dear,
And throw them away out of all their fear.
We are so small we cannot fight,
Or speak out loud to save our life.
They took our lives out of fear,
Afraid to loose the fun they love so dear.
They ground us up and sucked us out,
Without a thought a tear or doubt.
Now we're dead but our souls still live,
We have but one question left where was our right to live.