If it felt right then why were you ashamed of it
If it felt wrong then why did you do it
You had the chance
You had the choice
You could have raised your voice
But you remained discreet
How do you walk the street
You should have overcame your fears
And dealt with your tears
You had the chance to live and find joy
The chance you chose to destroy
You feared birth
Yet you faced death
You could have been a mother
But you chose to be a murderer
You sent a child to an early grave
And you call that being brave
You took away something so precious
And I hope you live with the guilt-conscious