• When hearts do break, and love grows cold,
    When flowers die the trees grow old,
    If I died would I be remembered,
    Would I still be me or my image hindered,
    Children run,
    From the man with a gun,
    A single coffin found,
    In the wet, muddy, soggy ground,
    A child murdered before it is born,
    The doctor with a smile blazing with scorn,
    A room with a bright light,
    A single blast in the night,
    Blood splattered on the floor and wall,
    They walk away while bodies fall,
    A mother goes and inflicts abuse,
    A five year old hoping it could have been of use,
    The body goes limp and frail,
    The baby feels it was a fail,
    An older sister cries,
    While her parents decide that the unborn baby dies,
    All was lost and their was no pain,
    Bodies buried in the pouring rain,
    When hearts do break, and love grows cold,
    When flowers die the trees grow old.