ABORTION
IT'S EARLY YET, THE MONTH IS ONE,
THOUGH YOU CAN'T SEE ME, I'VE JUST BEGUN.
I'M SO SMALL I DON'T HAVE TO HIDE.
IM JUST A SEED GROWING INSIDE,
FOUR WEEKS LATER, THE MONTH IS TWO,
I'M STILL SMALL BUT A PART OF YOU.
MOMMY YOU'LL LOVE ME JUST WAIT AND SEE,
YOU'LL BE SO VERY PROUD OF ME.
TIME HAS PAST: THE MONTH IS THREE,
NOW I'M SOMEONE YOU CAN SEE.
MY HAIR IS BLACK,MY EYES ARE BROWN,
AND I PROMISE YOU'LL LOVE HAVING ME AROUND,
NOW I'M GONE, THE MONTH IS FIVE,
MOMMY KILLED ME,I'M NO LONGER ALIVE.
ABORTION IS THE NAME THEY GIVE IT.
I'VE GOT A NEW HOME,
THE MONTH IS SEVEN.
MOMMY KILLED ME,
NOW I'M IN HEAVEN.
I WAS BEAUTIFUL, BUT NOW I'M GONE,
I DON'T SEE HOW MOMMY JUST CARRIES ON.
IF I WAS AROUND THE MONTH WOULD BE EIGHT,
I KNOW MOMMY WOULD LOVE ME,
BUT NOW ITS TO LATE.
GOOD-BYE MOMMY,THE MONTH IS NINE
I COULD HAVE BEEN BORN AND DOING FINE
ALTHOUGH I'M IN HEAVEN,
I HAVE TO CRY,
BECAUSE OF MOMMY I HAD TO DIE....
