• "Don't stop," she begged
    with no thought in her head
    She felt nothing but passion and glow
    He kept with her wishes and went further than kisses
    Now it's been three weeks and a fourth

    Her stomach was aching, her head warm and light
    to the doctor she went to find things were not right
    Her eggo was prego
    her belly was bumped
    her oven was set to bake for nine months

    Nobody knew accepting her and her beau
    She then fled out of panic and fear
    Yet where did she land, but Planned Parenthood, Uncle Sam,
    those who kill and slaughter those so dear
    She came out alone in a daze, so unclear

    September came without warning
    All the while her guilt growing
    Depression coming and going so nearer to be
    Yet on the 25th she felt pangs, don't you see?
    and fled to the hospital all in tears

    Her eggo was still prego
    her belly still bumped
    her oven was ready to empty after nine months
    Planned Parenthood had failed her, and all would see
    what she had become after so many pleas

    Her baby was born, Annabelle was the name,
    her face was deformed, but still beaming quite plain
    Her mother wept and she moaned for what she had done
    for the life she brought into this world
    for the life she had almost undone

    God gave her a gift, an angel so dear
    with a second chance to her life
    The baby so sang, so simple, so sweet, so sane,
    bringing bells, bringing bliss, bringing beauty,
    and Annabelle was her name