Womb
The mother's womb,
The one safe place,
The perfect haven,
The sure embrace.
A child is born,
A poor baby girl,
She's about to meet,
The unforgiving world.
Now she longs,
I long for it too,
I want it back,
Just like you...
The mother's womb,
The one safe place,
The perfect haven,
The sure embrace.
Now that baby girl,
Has a child of her own,
Still inside,
Not fully grown.
It doesn't want out,
It won't say farewell,
It doesn't want to face,
The upcoming hell.
The mother's womb,
The one safe place,
The perfect haven,
The sure embrace.
The girl gave birth,
Call it what you like,
It's more of a death,
To the little tyke.
The gift of life,
Is more like a burden,
Leaving your home,
Your origin.
The mother's womb,
The one safe place,
The perfect haven,
The sure embrace.
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Womb
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