A Story Untold
A story untold,
A quest never to unfold,
A cry not heard,
A pain not felt.
Like a trapped bird,
That will eventually melt.
From the unwanted needle,
So cruelly brought,
To the innocent fetal,
Who cannot run so is harshly caught.
A chance not given,
So one could go on livin'.
But alas a day shall come,
When she cannot no longer run from,
That crime that is a sin.
When she ended that precious life.
Though she did not get thrown in the bin,
The blood is still on the knife.
You can call it the right to choose,
But eventually they will both lose.