Abortion (If I Pretend)

If I pretend I can’t see you, will that make my life more clear?
If I act as though it didn’t hurt, will that make you any less dear?
The truth of the matter is that I loved you without knowing you.
And hopefully now you’re with angels, a far better crew.
Better than anything I could’ve ever offered you.

If you had grown and became more real, we both would’ve loved you I’m sure.
But because you were so small, you seemed more a sickness and we both knew the cure.
Please don’t think I didn’t care or I was reckless, or that I didn’t weep.
This unfortunate event caused us both to lose some sleep.
And you, my little baby, we just couldn’t keep.

So if you’re looking at us now, please try not to hurt and not to judge.
It would break my heart and hurt my soul to know you hold a grudge.
But I think that removed from my womb, you know things I couldn’t know.
You would know that the harsh words, the hurt and tears weren’t just for show.
You would know and understand, that we just couldn’t let you grow.