She finally gave in,
Thought she'd won his favor.
But things didn't quite work out
Leaving her confusion and anger,
And suddenly, she realized,
A baby.

His responsibility?
"Yah right. No way!" he said.
"Sorry babe, it's your problem."
There she was, pregnant and unwed...
Faced with the burden of
A baby.

What could she, should she do?
All options looked quite bleak.
Her parents couldn't find out!
But whose help could she seek
For herself, and for
Her baby?

The clinic stood cold, overwhelming...
Gathering courage to just step inside,
Confronted by a small group of women
She just wanted to run and hide,
From them ... and the reality of
Her baby.

How could they do this to her?
Didn't they know it already was hard?
Why did they have to make her so guilty?
After all, it wasn't completely her fault
That she now carried
This baby.

Pushing through them she entered
Though she shook with fear.|
She would have to just endure it –
She wouldn't shed a tear
Nor spare a thought for
That baby.

"You're next, just come on in."
The nurse, she seemed so kind.
Too bad it wasn't genuine
As she quickly found
While they violently ripped out
Her baby.

"Lie still! It doesn't hurt!"

Yet she's crying out in pain!
"It'll all be over soon
You can get on with life again.
It'll be easier without
That baby"

Yes, if only that were true,
If it were really just a blob.
Yet that tiny hand, that beating heart
From her body has been robbed...
A soul; her flesh and blood –
Her baby.

She tried to just forget it,
Denied it was ever there;
That terrifying day – just a memory,
That she didn't really care.
After all, it never really was
A baby.

Yet it haunts her night and day,
Can she ever just escape?
For the rest of her life
Will she be kept awake
By the nightmares, those torturous cries of
Her baby.

She cannot tell a soul,
No one would ever understand.
Who would possibly think
To lend an ear, an open hand,
To one who dared to kill
Her baby?

Then she found the Book
That promised help and love
To one who'd lived so long in guilt
Apart from the One above –
The only One who'd loved
Her baby.

The only One, also,
Who could heal the scars;
It amazed her that He who loved her
Was the Creator of the stars!
And the One who now held
Her baby.