A Mother Mistaken ....Another Life Taken.

(i modified it a little, because I am now entering it into this abortion *paper* competition. Which tomorrow happened to be the dead line for.)
A Mother Mistaken...Another Life Taken.

She wonders if she'll ever feel the same
wishing she could erase this unquenchable shame.
"How could I have destroyed a gift so great?
Have forced upon such an innocent life, such a horrible fate?
It seemed so simple and clear
but now I feel the pain of each piercing tear.
I've done the unspeakable; I’ve committed such a crime.
Now I'm left with regrets unbearable, I'll bare for all time.
I'd give anything to make things right,
knowing that it's too late I can't sleep at night.
They lied, it was a crime, I know that it had to be.
I cried, things weren’t fine; the murder of my baby was all I could see.
If some should say, that it wasn’t wrong.
For them I'll pray, for it was all along.
I do not blame others, for it was my choice.
But If only I could change yours, please hear my voice.
What they say is a tissue, resembles your face,
and has a beautiful future none can replace.
To take it away, like I did to my daughter.
Was not the right answer, it was man-slaughter.
She'd still be alive; she’d be here with me.
In my arms I'd hold my precious baby.
How can one say, that she is a tissue?
This way of thought is more than an issue.
What else should one look like in that stage of life?
This has become, an incredible strife.
If I had known or thought this way before,
I would have never walked into that clinic door.
When will this end? How could it have begun?
My conscience will never mend, I have nowhere to run.
This murder, this injustice, we must see that it's incorrect.
How could we treat Gods power with such disrespect?
The rights of the baby were sacrificed for my own.
The decision of her taken life was based on my convenience alone.
What sort of mother am I, to do such a thing?
The baby did no wrong, but I was wrong in everything.
They told me this “tissue” was not really alive.
But even microscopic cells live and survive.
Well this BABY has more than one cell!
I should have thought this through before, but instead I fell.
I was blinded by how MY life would be affected.
By lies, and deception my mind was infected.
Did it solve my problem? No, my life will never be the same.
But worst of all, the baby never had the chance of life, only a taste of pain.
A wrong can never be justified by another wrong. This is a fact.
The way we avoid this, is through the truth we extract.
Murder is murder, no matter the victim.
Only God can take a life, the choice belongs him.
It must stop. Before you make the choice I did, I’m begging you...DONT!
It wont make you feel better or solve your problems, it won’t, please believe me. IT WON’T!”