Formed in the twinkling of an eye,
but doomed, never to see the sky.
Or to run in the grass, and to feel the wind in my face,
nor to be part of the human race.
Never to know a mothers love, or to hold her hand,
or ever to play on the beach, in the sand.
Unable to feel the rain in my hair,
to skip, and jump, and play without a care.
Never to fall asleep, on my fathers lap,
or to be disciplined, by his loving slap.
Alas, all of these things are not to be,
for I was just flushed down the drain, and out to sea.
The only reason why I was damned,
was because, I was never a part of her plan.
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