I'ts early in the morning yet the month is one.
You see my life has just begun.
I am so small I don't have to hide.
I'm just an egg growing inside.
Four weeks later the month is two.
I'm still small, but part of you.
You will love me just wait and see.
You'll be as proud as proud as can be.

Time has passed the month is three.
Now I am someone you can see.
My hair is black my eyes are brown.
Mommy, there is no need to make that frown.

I am gone, the month is five.
Mommy killed me. I am no longer alive.
Abortion is the name they gave it.
I wanted to be born. The month is six.
But it's already done. It can't be fixed.

I guess mommy didn't love me, just threw me away.
But she'll never forget me, in her memory I'll stay.
I have a new home, the month is seven.
Mommy, guess what? I'm in heaven.
Mommy still carries
a great big frown. Because I'm in her memory
and not around.

You would have loved me, the month is eight,
But guess what you made is a big mistake.
Murdered by my mommy's own hands,
I guess I'm too young to understand.
Goodbye, mommy, the month is nine.
I could have been born and doing just fine
Though I'm in heaven, I still cry.
Because of mommy I had to die.

 
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