A hare is running in the field
Abortion and a generation is killed
Tomorrow will never come
For the little one unborn
Rainy clouds are in the skies
Tears flow from a million eyes
It's a world that many cannot win
They have no shoulder on which to lean
Life is a conquest, a fight
The stars will stay on through the night
To shine hope on the lost and lonely hearts
I wish the bitter memories do depart
Drops like tears fall one by one
Darkness of night brightens to dawn
We live in a world that loves to make us cry
Nobody cares to listen and no reply
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