My father was never big on holidays. I wasn't raised in a family that loved to commemorate things, at least not over the top. One day that we always remembered--but never celebrated--was the anniversary of Roe V Wade. To my father, this day embodied all that was wrong with our nation. We disregard life. We prefer convenience to responsibility. We only think about the present. The list goes on. My parents felt strongly about children and abortion, and they conistently put forth their time and money to help pregnancy services. I write all of this simply to introduce a set of song lyrics that I jotted down a week or so ago. With callused fingers, She holds the test, The only solution, Is someone's death, As she walks in the door, She hears a voice, "What about me? Don't I have a choice?" "Mama, don't do it! Don't believe the lies! I can feel the pain! Can you hear my cries? Mama, don't do it! It'll b...