Thrown Away
Thrown away
Never got the change to laugh, never got a change to cry, never even a change to be tough
Never succeeded nor failed, not a talent where ever unveiled
Thrown away
A new life supposed to be celebrated, but now instead it’s illuminated
Why O why does mothers throw away their newly born baby
Or rather must I say murderer for a mother of such deed will never be capable not even maybe
Thrown away
Deserted, left alone, forsaken, rejected, discarded
Hasn’t even had the privilege to receive a name
O mother young or old, rich or poor, black or white who is to blame
Why throw away a life with which you were mutually matted
Thrown away
In a gutter, along the road, in trash can, in a river bed
There lays a leader, a father, a mother, a Preacher, a helper
There lays Country, there lays the world
Too all the babies that lost their lives before they received it, we salute you
We acknowledge your life
Thrown away
Is it not us that is thrown away, is it not us that needs be found
Thrown away
We are lost when instead of Life we bring death
Thank you Lord that you grace is free – not a dime nor a pound
Upon us Lord do not bring your wrath.
Lancelot Hill
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