I cannnot concieve I cannot give life,
My husband no longer wants a barren wife.
Less than a person I'm half a woman,
I will never be more than am.
Alone i suffer and alone i cry
One day alone I know I shall die.
All my friends have made their families
While I'm still down praying on my knees.
I have a dream that one beautiful day
I will be able to watch my babies as they play.
As I pray, as I hope, as I dream
I know it may end up just being me.
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