No one can give me back that which I have lost

People tell me I am lucky, but at what cost

They took away the very heart of me

Stole something very precious so I will never be



I have tried not to think of how much worse

It would be for me, if they had not removed the curse

Of how no future was in sight

For the curse would grow and I would lose the fight



But somehow that does not seem so bad

When I think of all that I could of had

Maybe it is selfish, I want a little one of my own

Someone to love, who came forth from the seed that I sowed



Now this miracle of life can never be

This female right was taken away from me

I did nothing wrong, but life was not kind

A new meaning to life I have to find



One day maybe I will look back

And not mourn over what I do lack

But until that yearned for day arrives

I will envy others, their new born lives

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