No Little Angel- Abby

theres something less about me now
and ive offered up this reason
taking a bite from the great tree of life
while that forbidden fruit was in season

the tinted mirrors and tainted dreams
that summer i turned seventeen
we danced for the moon in that spare attic room
making love on the banks of Finn's creek

A moment passed, then two months
my daddy phoned me one weekend
"your flight leaves at eight, and i just cant wait
to see my little angel again."

i hung up the phone and sat there alone
put my head in my hands and i wept
it filled me with shame, words so innane
i was no longer the angel he'd left

my last night's vacation i spent in my haven
in the comfort of the love id discovered
i got on that plane and was never the same
a small slice of my kept by my lover

some six weeks later and i was late
i'd blamed it on my stressing
i took that test and though i'd guessed
the confirmation was slightly upsetting

id hoped to forget, to simply move on
and this had become quite a bad situation
how could life resume with this child in my womb?
so i disposed of said complication

thats what i named it, that little child
the only name it ever recieved
it was given no grave so it needed no name
that child in my own youth concieved

sometimes i wish, sometimes i dream
that i'd waited to make that decision
that id asked for advise in doing whats right
and thought more of that life id been given