The child who has not yet seen the world;
Like a worthless rock that needs to be hurled.
Looks like there is no regret;
Keeping that beirn might be a threat.

Thought he was made out of love;
Now he is flying high like a dove.
A blood forcibly removed;
Decision that can never be approved.

Maybe today he was denied;
In heaven, confirmed God in his side.
An Angel that surely will have wings;
Clouds around that will make him sing.

A shining star in the sky;
No harm and reasons to cry.
Soon will be given a chance to live;
Parents that even their life can give.

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