Removing the stitches
Of a wound once inflicted
Brings back the pain
Of a time sick and twisted

A mother whose daughter
Never saw light,
Ripped from the womb
It just wasn't right

She was all to young
To support a new life,
Didn't want her baby
To deal with such strife

Despite laws and values
She made her choice,
The daughter inside her
Never had a voice

And now that it's over
And her child is gone
The scars just prove
That mother loved her daughter all along