Abortion

I'm walking in a shadow
Of a man I've never seen
I sit crying thinking about
What could have been

I know your brother and sister
Your father and mother too
I wish you could see them
Looking sad and blue

Hearing them ask themselves
The question why?
Then secretly watching them
Pray and then cry

I feel so lost
Let me open up the skies
To catch a glimpse
As to whom you've become
Now where's my gun?

Where's my gun?
Oh...where's my gun?
Where's my gun?
Oh...where's my gun?

I also ask myself
The question why?
Then I just
Pray and cry

I pray and then I......cry
I pray and then I......cry
I pray and then I......cry
Oh I pray and then I......cry

By Jay Basey © 2007