Roe V Wade--A Silent Conversation

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 be alright,
Anything is better,
Than taking my life."

With icy eyes,
She hides the tears,
"This will be quick,"
He calms her fears,
But something feels wrong,
"I wasn't supposed to care!
Is there more than a problem,
Growing in there?"

"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 be alright,
Anything is better,
Than taking my life."

And so she runs for the door,
Without any clue
Of where she would go,
Or what she would do,
But she knew she couldn't,
Make a choice,
That felt so wrong,
That silenced a voice.

She cried:
"I can't do it, Baby,
No matter what!
Many doors are open,
But that one is shut,
I will be your mama,
Come what may,
I will face the unknown,
With you today."

Where there is life,
There is hope...