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The Thoughts of an Unborn Child
Mommy keep me safe,
Mommy keep me warm,
handle me with all your love,
Mommy keep me from all harm.
I'm only six weeks old today,
this birthday gift of me,
a pair of bright blue eyes,
that someday you will see.
I've barely got ears,
and a little puppy nose,
and at the end of my feet,
little things called toes.
Looking forward to my life,
toys, teddy bears, boats with sails,
and listening to you tell me,
long and funny fairy tales.
Where are we going Mommy,
will we be gone all day,
are we going on a bus ride,
are we going far away?
Where did we go?
what are they doing Mummy,
I hear a whirring sound,
why are they pushing on your tummy?
Don't let them hurt you Mommy,
why are the people dressed in green,
the whirring noise is getting louder,
if they hurt you Mommy, just scream.
What's happening to me Mommy?
I'm starting to cry,
Mommy come quickly,
they're making me die.
They are killing me slowly Mommy,
the whirring is pulling me apart,
everything inside of me,
is pulled out, there even goes my heart,
Oh how I wanted to hear,
a rustling breeze and a bird's sweet song,
and see the birdies in the trees,
but it hurts so badly and all seems wrong.
One last thought Mommy,
before I die,
I wish you could hear,
my last good-bye.
I love you Mommy,
oh, I really do,
I just wish
you could love me too.
Bye bye Mommy, good-bye..............
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Voice of an unborn child
by Melissa Henry
Secretly.. I've been formed
No one knows for sure when I'll be born
I could be early, I could be late
I could be born right on the date
But it's no secret.. how I was created
And the Father above....He knows me
I don't understand.. how I could be hated
and you kill me...you kill me....
What did I do? What have I done?
Don't you want to have a daughter or a son?
You say it's your body, you say it's your life
But I'm really someone growing inside
But it's no secret.. how I was created
And the Father above....He knows me
I don't understand.. how I could be hated
and you kill me...you kill me.....
I cannot speak, nor can I walk
So I depend on you to please make them stop!
I have a body, with fingers and toes
And I have a heartbeat, thump-thump it goes.....
thump-thump it goes....thump-thump it goes....
Please let me live.
Don't make me die
Life is something we all should try
If you don't want me, somebody will
Then you can have your life...
....and I'll have my life still
This is a song written by Melissa Henry and is part of a tape entitled "Song Harvest"
It is used by permission.
Every year in the United States, Nearly one and a half million babies are murdered by their own mother and her Doctor.
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