I sit alone, by myself, thinking of this world...
This place that kept a certain truth, so very much untold.
I lay in bed, staring up where burning water flows.
Could something told to keep you safe, be murder no one told.
How could I be someone else, a person filled by guilt.
To find out that even I, have killed a fetus sweet.
I did not know the meds I took could kill an unborn child.
But know that certain truth now told, is burning me inside.
Dear child of mine in heaven who cries, I'll see you someday soon.
For know our God's forgiven me, though you I might have killed.
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