annasthesia.

rants, raves, poetry, prose, lyrics, thoughts, ideas and hope. sometimes I'll laugh and sometimes I'll cry; I just might scream. there will be singing- in this lifetime.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Hush little baby


Hush little baby don't say a word;
My life over yours is what is preferred

Hush little baby just try to rest;
You're just too much, and I have enough stress

Hush little baby you would cry too much;
When I'm trying to do school, go to work and such

Hush little baby there's not enough money for you;
If I had to pay for everything, there's no money left for my room with a view


Hush little baby you'd bring my life to a halt;
I'm not to blame for this, it's really never my fault

Hush little baby you would get in the way;
My dreams and hopes for myself would be delayed

Hush little baby I don't have the time for you;
If you were in the picture my life would be through

Hush little baby I'd have to drop out of school;
because nobody else wants to take care of you

Hush little baby I really wasn't thinking;
but now there's nothing left to do but this one thing

Hush little baby you will never cry;
Because you don't get the chance to live, before you're chosen to die

Stand up for these unborn baby's rights;
Because there's never a good reason to end a child's life

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