Rejected, before I was born.
Flesh to ashes, a new burned babe.
Incinerated, denied the privilege of life,
to kick and to squeal as a new born babe.
Flesh to ashes, a new burned babe.
Incinerated, denied the privilege of life,
to kick and to squeal as a new born babe.
I had no defence, a mighty small mite,
growing, waiting, waiting in the womb,
for freedom and life.
Innocent, ignorant of my fate,
Coaxed to come early,
a strange custom of late.
If society decreed I could live
my mum may have suffered.
She or me, who makes the choice?
Not me, I have no voice.
