I never knew that a voice could be shut up, before it made a sound. 

That a thought could be destroyed, and in broken pieces torn.  

A question can be left lingering, when the spirit’s gagged and bound. 

A voice can be shut up, before a life is born. 

 

Trapped inside a darkened space, a bleak eternal night. 

My voice was almost taken before it had been given. 

Before my heart began to beat for my chance I had to fight. 

The chance to speak and change the world, to be saved for a reason. 

 

But, on that crucial day, one women chose life, 

And decided that fear wasn’t more important than another’s voice. 

She took the road of suffering, toil, pain, and strife, 

All to let me live, because pro-life was her choice. 

 

I have been given a chance. 

 

The chance to do great things that I and I alone can accomplish. 

To be the one that stands alone when morality and justice is questioned.

To stand firm, never back down, when my bravery they try to demolish. 

When my faith in what is right, makes my popularity lessened. 

 

I’ve been cast into the fires of hate and stood before the crowds. 

But this chance will not be wasted because a moment of fear. 

No matter what this world may say I won’t hide my light under a shroud. 

The time when my voice will be impactful I know is drawing near. 

 

I know a voice can be shut up before it makes a sound. 

So I’ll fight for every beautiful thought, and pick up the pieces torn. 

I’ll voice every question, let my spirit live unbound. 

A voice can speak in volumes, before a life is born.