Was reminded of this poignant song this morning.
This is where abortion decisions live–in our hearts, years after the fact, when we have other children, or when we don’t, and we wonder what the lives of our aborted children would be like. So many people carry this burden in the quiet of their hearts. They don’t go to the March for Life, they don’t play politics. But how can you not ask questions about what would have been?
Happy birthday, so make a wish
Please accept my apologies, wonder what would have been
Would you’ve been a little angel or an angel of sin?
Tom-boy running around, hanging with all the guys
Or a little tough boy with beautiful brown eyes
I payed for the murder before they determined the sex
Choosing our life over your life meant your death
And you never got a chance to even open your eyes
Sometimes I wonder as a fetus if you fought for your life
Would you have been a little genius in love with math?
Would you have played in your school clothes and made me mad?
Would you have been a little rapper like your poppa The Piper?
Would you have made me quit smokin’ by finding one of my lighters?
I wonder about your skin tone and shape of your nose?
And the way you would have laughed and talked fast or slow?
Think about it every year, so I picked up a pen
Happy birthday, love you whoever you would’ve been