My mother said a prayer To the Lord God up above. That she could have a child Someone to love. Now as I lay here Tucked inside her womb Though I'm only 10 weeks old it's become my tomb. I wonder if she'll hear my screams As my body is torn I wonder if she'll hear my screams As they stop my from being born.
I wish that she could see me And feel the tears I cry, I wish that I could tell her that I don't want to die. My mother said a prayer to The Lord God up above. That she could have a child Someone to love. Now that it's all over Does she regret her deeds Now that I'm in my wooden box Pushing up the weeds.