Its early yet the month is one. Though you cant see me I've just begun I'm so small I aint got to hide I'm just little Seed growing inside Four weeks later the month is two I'm still small but I part of you mommie your going to love me just you wait and see mommie you'll be very prond of me Time has past the month is three now I'm someone you can see. My hair is brown My eyes are
blue Mommie you're going to love having me with you Now I'm gone the month is five mommie killed me I'm No longer alive Abortion is the name they give it if you take their live before they live it If I were around the month would be six But its alreadly done and cant be fix I got a new home the month is seven Mommie killed me Now I'm In heaven Murder by mommies two sweet hands I guess
I'm just to young to understand If I were around the month would be eight and mommie love me But now its way too late Goodbye mommie the month is nine I could have been born and Been just fine although I'm in heaven I have to cry Because Of mommie I have to Die..
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