Almost..
She carries an unborn child within her womb.
But, at conception it's not a baby she will assume.
She is desperate and very scared..
The relationship she was in, made her unprepared.
She didn't know who to tell or what to do.
Where to go or what path to pursue.
Armed now with a plan and money in tow..
She would do this and no one would know.
As she walked in she was covered by protesters..
Who asked to talk with her before; she had the answers.
They showed the ugly truth from life until the baby's death.
She cried so hard, she could hardly take a breath.
She walked to a church and knelt to pray.
Lord, forgive me; I almost killed today.
Nine months later, came a happy child..
Now she tells others about the truth of life; the world would defile.
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