My mother said a prayer
To the Lord God up above.
That she could have a child
Someone to love.
Now as I lay here
Tucked inside her womb
Though I'm only 10 weeks old
it's become my tomb.
I wonder if she'll hear my screams
As my body is torn
I wonder if she'll hear my screams
As they stop my from being born.
I wish that she could see me
And feel the tears I cry,
I wish that I could tell her that
I don't want to die.
My mother said a prayer to
The Lord God up above.
That she could have a child
Someone to love.
Now that it's all over
Does she regret her deeds
Now that I'm in my wooden box
Pushing up the weeds.