Into your hearts you welcomed them,
our little ones so fair,
And raised them as your very own,
for us who were not there.
You pledged your life and soul to them,
from all harm kept them safe,
And now its many years since then,
it's time to turn a page.
For times have changed, birthmoms have said,
It's time to right some wrongs!
A sin's a sin, they've had no rights
Our children all along.
We moms believe the child should know
The place from whence it came,
And so should you and so I'm here,
In name and without shame.
I had no say in what went on,
I was a minor then, I signed some
papers,
(under-age, unwillingly with pen).
And now the legalness of that,
Is here for all to see.
A minor issue you might say,
But not for those like me,
Eight million of us teenage girls,...
were hurt traumaticly.
Government knows it was wrong,
some churches know so too,
(But litigation would go wild should this come into view).
Eight million of us through the world!
Someday we will be heard,
It is not yet, but it will come,
on this we have God's word.
I know that you are now in shock,
your coloured bubble burst,
As I, when I was just a teen,
your fears are at their worst,
But trust in Him who's brought us here,
please let Him guide our way
He knows what is in each one's heart,
He gave these words I say.
The One who gave our little child,
has heard us in our prayers,
The one who gave, the one who got,
the child we try to share.
And at His right appointed time,
All wounded will then meet,
I pray for peace and love to reign,
we all weep at His feet.
My nights were broken
Split by the wail
Of my phantom baby's cries
Half asleep I would stumble
To the crib that wasn't there
Awake
Aware now
I would return
To my bed
With, empty aching arms
I wondered
As I hugged my pillow close
And rocked myself to sleep
If you were out there
Truly crying
If your cries had somehow traveled to me
If you were now being rocked and comforted by another
Or if those tears
And cries
Were welling up
From a place deep within me
And spilling into my dreams
Unknown
