Their little hearts beat
Inside of their mother
Tiny hands and feet
You kill one after another
Why do you want them dead?
It's a brand new life
Yet you plunge into their heads
With a surgical knife
They will never see a sunny day
You will never hear their voice
And to think, you can stand and say
It is freedom of choice?
This life, it's in God's will
His own work of art
It is not yours to kill
It's not your place to stop their hearts!
This baby cannot even cry
Who will cry for the child inside of you, who?
This child that will die?
I will cry for the child that dies inside of you!
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