Innocent Lives
When you hold him,
You hold him gently.
It seems as though he might break.
And when you hold her,
You hold her lovingly,
And bask in wonder, what God has made.
She may have blue eyes,
And he may have brown.
But they're all unique,
Just look around!
We are made with care,
And so are they.
And still we kill them, every day.
Don't ignore me, because you know it's true.
We are lucky, me and you.
We are lucky we has a Mom,
Or a father who knew it was wrong,
To kill a baby in the womb.
How is that different from me and you?
So give your child a life if you can,
And a purpose too.
Because we were once innocent lives,
Me and you.
Shannon M. Flynn
Copyright 2013
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