Please, Survive!
(Marion Creuzburg)
Sitting here in the darkness, thinking of you
Your mothers mind is full of confusion maybe this time she won’t get it through
Don’t think she doesn’t care, don’t think she wouldn’t love you
But societies rules make her feel oppressed
So she has to decide between your life and your death
What kind of world is this when you’re forced to decide
A world in which the strongest live and the weak has to die
You are unborn, you have no chance to fight
But I pray for you that you can see the light
When your mother was a child she had to learn about
Being a confounded nuisance, love wasn’t around
Her parents got divorced all she feels for them is hate
Can anybody damn her if she spares you this fate
But you are real you are six weeks ‘till now
You’ve got a right to live you must survive somehow
Six more weeks what can I do
To bring her even closer to you
What kind of world is this when you’re forced to decide
A world in which the strongest live and the weak has to die
Don’t think it’s hopeless though you cannot fight
Believe me, I pray for you that you can see the light
What kind of world is this when you’re forced to decide
A world in which the strongest live and the weak has to die
You are gods creation though you cannot fight
But I pray for you in Jesus name tonight.
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