Hey there, yes you
I saw you from across the room.
With sunken eyes, deep and sorrowful
Did you not know this plan came with a tomb?
The room seems cold to you
It does for me too
The only sound separating your world from mine
Changes your life as it does mine.
Where did you come from? How did you get here?
Questions that don't matter, for they are here to allay your fears.
Meet the 12 week mark and sign the dotted line,
The only thing against you here is time.
Protesting: WE WANT LIFE, WE WANT LIFE!
Their cadence unwavering, it pierces you like a knife.
This is the right thing to do, you think over and over.
...A boy, he could be named Trevor..and for a girl, maybe Serah.
Those thoughts pushed aside for the millionth and one time,
For you've opened their door..you're sure they heard the chime.
It's too late to rethink, you have made your choice.
You spoke up for the one who had no voice.
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