The womb bursting      with aggression 

                                 out

The unborn child rises to the 

                                                ground 

The              heart beats of the mourning mother 

        fading

The world 

                   ceases to sound

Listen, are you breathing just a little

And calling it a life?

A grim aspect of our society

Yet so fundamentally true.

He doesn't get a choice whether to be heard or not

Never a choice of where to go

what to eat or where to sleep at night

He's                around in a world of papers

          shuffled                                                  never found

Lost in a 

         system failed to 

                         the millions

I've never seen his face

cause he's a 

                     lost soul;

Listen, is the heart still

                                     beating

And calling it still life's 

                                     love?