The Unborn March

No voice
But a mouth to be
No strength
But a hand to grasp
No sight
But two eyes to see
If he will be
Allowed to be
For those who are too small
We are their voice
For their blood that cries out
Millions of coffins small
Who has a choice
When they're snuffed out?
Heartbeat
Too weak to be heard
Lungs ready
To take in air one day
Ten fingers
Ten toes
Two eyes
Two ears
One mouth
One nose
For those who are too small
We are their voice
For their blood that cries out
Millions of coffins small
Who has a choice
When they're snuffed out?
God help us
The knife has been raised
God help us
A life that could not be saved
Fill the world
With the blood of the least of these
Suffered to come to He
Who holds their hands

For those who are too small
We will stand tall
For those whose voice is too weak
We will stand for the meek