A boy is born

Pure at heart

No breast to welcome him

Rejected from the start

Condemned to live in

hell on earth

Damned be that darkest day

The day of his birth

 Conceived against her will

Unwanted by design

Delivered in pain

A mother’s death, all in vain

Not loved by anyone at all

But He will rise

and you will fall

As years go by

The boy turns into man

With a vindictive heart

and burdened soul

He survives as best he can

He’s biding his time

With every passing breath

He dreams of what’s to come

Now he’s come of age

To ease all the pain

A mother’s little boy

A mother who died in vain

Set’s out with a sharpened blade

Deliverance is at hand

One more death to his name

If he lives or dies is all the same

 Conceived against her will

Unwanted by design

Delivered in pain

A mother’s death, all in vain

Not loved by anyone at all

But He will rise

and you will fall