Choose life, don't abort that child,
Somebody will give him a home,
It's not his fault you are so wild,
And that you like to roam.
Somebody needs that child so bad,
Some one who can't conceive.
And everyday her life is sad,
Give that child a chance to live.
It's not your right to take a life,
With your wild and wicked ways.
And though your life be filled with strife,
You will regret it all your days.
It's not your body as you say,
To do with as you please.
When a human life comes into play,
You should never be at ease.
So if a degenerate you must be,
Please don't compound your sin.
Give those tiny eyes a chance to see,
Save that tiny life within.
6/29/10 Alton Texas
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