I am going to die tomorrow,
But yet I haven’t been born.
My mother shows no sorrow,
For I am a product of love torn.
I will never see the light of day,
I will never smell a flower,
I will never walk along a waters bay,
Or feel the drop of an Aprils shower.
It hurts for no one to show me love,
I will never be hugged or kissed,
When I have gone to the heavens above,
I wonder if I will be missed.
Today is my last day to live,
My last thought, my last breath.
Just think of all I could give,
But tomorrow I’ll be put to rest.