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Copyright, 2000,
By Deean G. Strecker
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I've seen the tears you've shed,
And I know the hurt that you feel.
I've stood beside you as you slept,
And prayed that your heart would heal
Those nights you cried yourself to sleep,
I was there beside your bed.
Quietly whispering, "I love you!"
While gently stroking your head.
Pro-choice is just a fancy word
Designed to put people at ease.
Granting permission to kill a child,
And letting people do as they please.
Mommy, I know that you're sorry
For the mistakes made long ago.
I want you to know I forgave you,
And still, I love you so.
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For years you've suffered in secret,
Reliving that awful day.
A part of your heart died inside
When they savagely tore me away.
Because I was a part of you,
I'm aware of all your pain.
Forgiving yourself isn't easy.
There's still so much hurt and shame.
Mommy, please don't cry no more.
It hurts to see you so sad.
I pray for rest, and peace for your soul,
From the child you never had.
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