I Was There by Jean Allord

They said that I would never know,

That I wouldn’t really care,

Nor even that I was alive at all;

But I was there.

Why did no one listen?

Why did no one care?

I couldn’t even cry for help

But I was there.

Some may need lots of friends,

But I needed just one other;

Some may need lots of things,

But I only needed a Mother.

I may have been a president,

Or just an average man;

But that was for me to choose

In the best way that I can.

My tiny heart was beating

Ever so silently;

But my life they were cheating

Ever so violently.

I had lived from the very first

When a tiny soul joined to share;

But before I could draw a breath

I felt the chill of death.

Yes, oh yes, I was there!