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The Game

It started as a game
Between two who were in love
Not thinking of the consequences
Or what it would conceive of

Thinking in the moment
Not looking at what’s right ahead
Not thinking of the nearby sin
Of which they both will dread

Playing the game of love
Thinking nothing could go wrong
When it was the options of a life or a sin
The lovers had to be strong

They had to decide whose life they wanted
The baby’s or their own
For if the baby came into the world
They would have struggled and this was known

On the other hand if they chose to kill
The child that was soon to come
They would have suffered an immortal sin
Now to a decision they must succumb

The game of love that the lovers played
Should have been ended from the start
So much trouble from the lovers’ game
With so much pain on the heart

Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 5:49 PM CST