A tear in the eye of an unborn child...
unseen and the cry unheard.
A life cut short by a mothers need...
but what of the needs of the unborn child?
A need to live... a need to love...
and be loved.
a tear in the eye of the unborn child.

A tear in the eye of the child born with no love.
A cry seen by two and ignored by more..
But children are made by and adore love...
and love is what their for.
Is a child born with lack of love...
better left unborn?

I would not want to live without love...
Where it not for the love that I have to give...
surely I would not want to live.
When I die... love I'll die with.
But when I die... my love will get to give.
For when I die... my love has yet to live.