Just know they feel the same pain
Their dreams, wishes and plans the
same
Don't let these treasures waste in
vain
Innocent, guiltless as they came
They never violated God's or anyone's
right
Fume and wail all they cry
If one could come to their plight
Then dreams and wishes sure to fly
One thing for sure would do a kind
A scissor away, love in sight
So they may have peace of mind
Then a future sure, tall and bright
Ever had this in mind
A decision made could be a killer or
saviour
Think of giving the unborn, that which
remains kind
With this you can do a favour.















