The Unborn Child

It’s really dark and wet in here; What are they giving me? Is this beer? Closing my eyes and lips, I am hiding behind the hips; Oh my, I see smoke, Watch out I am going to choke. Trying so hard to hide, I open my eyes wide, I hear somebody beginning to cry; Is it a girl or is it a guy? The crying makes me sad, The smoke makes me mad, The beer does not taste good, This is a girl that I am hiding in, Why is she committing such a sin? She decides to give me life, She might as well kill me with a knife. I am not even born yet, And already life is such a threat.