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It was my body and his choice
I had a heart; then I had none
There was no crime yet I was jailed;
Mourning without a grave, alone

You were fragile and I loved you
They said it’s the right thing to do
To live our lives, you had to go
Numbed, I bled you ex-utero

I cried in vain and life grew dark
My prison cell became my ark
I forgot you with all my might
Busy, marching for “women’s rights”
I fell again and paid the price
O Choice, you are so cruel and vile

Then Love, true Love entered my life
A morning Sun thinning the ice
He tore apart my prison walls
Mending my broken heart and soul

Now I can live and I still cry;
Nothing will bring my children back
But I have faith and I have hope
That Truth will triumph over Dark
And bathe the wounded in His light