There is nothing more empty

As to see a list of names

Now with an unfulfilled purpose

Who may have bore a beautiful life

Full of laughter and promise

Yet I still turn the other cheek

For the price of formidable suffering

Lies as deeper than the extent

Of the chance of living a life of joy

No, I will not let emotion sway me

To hold and love my child

It is better to have not existed

Than to be unwillingly plunged

Into a force of darkness

Which a baby cannot battle

Oh if only I could let the children

Decide for themselves

Whether they want to be born

Into this world

Or Saved.