Big words for small people with even smaller mindsnLaws they can't use or even definenSeem to think they can decide our moralsnChildren murdered all the time.nnWaste into nothingnessnSeperate at the linenPulled from birthnDrowned, burned, choked alive.nnIt's an atrocity to kill young lifenOutside is wrong but inside is finenLegality means nothing when the child is buried alivenInside the womb that convieved its mindnnSenesless murder, easy to throw awaynAnother life shot down on another daynDoctors know the truth, but money speaks liesnApparatently also docterns who lives and who dies.nnWhat would your God say to this meanings of starting again?nHe'd cast you off fallen with whats inside your headnnYou were careless and unaware how could you guess?nSarcasm clearly won't bring back the deadnIt's amazing what people get in their headnnThat abortion is good, that abortion is rightnAll because you didn't think when created them that night.nnHow can you live knowing you've killed ?nDoesn't it shake you, give you chills?nKnowing the cemetery has one more, to populate the rows, what do you think, four-by-four ?nnA song can't change minds, but it can impower the goodnYour actions evil but you'll get what you shouldnHate and scorn, shame and guiltnAt what the child could've been, could've builtnnI'll bring flowers to an unmarked gravenWrite more lyrics to try and savenYou'll wallow in grief and wish you had powernTo turn back time and plant a new flower.n