Freedom Cries

You know it wasn't my decision to be here,
In fact I never even had a say in the matter.
Crazy to think a month ago I didn't exist,
Now here in the darkness I grow each day.

My mother doesn't think I can hear her cry,
Truth is I can hear and feel everything she does.
I cannot breathe unless her lungs breathe for me,
I cannot survive this process without her love.

She wonders how a child can raise a child,
Maybe the best thing is to get an abortion.
I try and tell her to protect me we'll be OK,
But who listens to a fetus, or hears one.

She tells me they can't afford to feed me,
Can't support herself let alone a helpless baby.
I feel her pain and I hear her cold lonely tears,
Tries to convince us both death is the best decision.

I understand at this point in my life I don't know much,
But is killing me really best for me, or is it best for her?
In her heart she knows that love is about sacrifice,
Only true measure of the one thing in the world thats pure.

I know she feels alone but I've been with her all along,
I just want a chance to see her, to laugh, smile and grow.
I would die to protect her, she could've done the same for me.
A mother is god in the eyes of a child, I wanted her to know.

When you kill the one thing you love everything inside you dies,
I'm just another aborted baby and you can't hear my Freedom Cries.