I can’t choose to live before I’m born;
My life is in your hands.
My voice is too weak to cry from the womb
To tell you who I am.
I could be President; a teacher of truth;
A healer with love to give!
If you could only hear my silent cry,
Then would you let me live?
My little heart beats strong and it won’t be long
Till these tiny hands reach for love.
Will I be embraced with a smiling face?
Will I feel a mother’s hug?
I could be a reader of books; a writer of songs;
A dreamer with dreams to give!
If you could only hear my silent cry,
Then would you let me live?
You say you want the right to choose?
What about me? Don’t I have rights too?
It’s not too late; no sin is too great
For God to forgive!
If you could only hear my silent cry,
Then would you let me live?