Trash-Can Tomb
Unborn life, inside the womb
headed for a trash-can tomb
She moves, feels, hears, dreams
oh! that we would hear her screams
Precious life, how can't we care?
This blood guilt we all shall bear
When you and I leave earth's strife
God shall ask, "did you save life?"
headed for a trash-can tomb
She moves, feels, hears, dreams
oh! that we would hear her screams
Precious life, how can't we care?
This blood guilt we all shall bear
When you and I leave earth's strife
God shall ask, "did you save life?"
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