Aborto Não
Fernanda Brum
No Abortion
One day a young girl
So young told me
Fernanda, I’m pregnant, what now?
Her hands were cold and dark
They trembled, they sweated
Reaching for my hands
She revealed to me she was crying
And thinking about abortion
She revealed to me she was crying
And thinking about death
She revealed to me she was crying
And thinking about the guy
Alone, she cried
I know how hard it can be
The pain of someone who didn’t deserve it
I know what it’s like to want and not be able
What it’s like to dream of
A child in my womb
I talked about the dream of conceiving
I counted how many I lost without deserving
I cried and begged in prayer
Don’t kill this innocent child
She was chosen inside your womb
I am the voice you never heard
Mom, the kiss that never betrayed you
I am and want to be like you
I’ll be your greatest gift
Let me be born
Woh-oh, oh-oh
Woh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
