Unfolding today, a miracle play

This Indiana morn

The father, he sighs, she opens her eyes

Their baby boy is born



"We don't understand, he's not like we planned"

The doctor shakes his head

"Abnormal", they cry and so they decide

This child is better dead



I bear the blame, believers are few

And what am I to do?

I share the shame, the cradle's below

And where is Baby Doe?



A hearing is sought, the lawyers are bought

The court won't let him eat

The papers applaud when judges play God

This child is getting weak
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They're drawing a bead, reciting their creed

'Respect A Woman's Choice'

I've heard that before, how can you ignore

This baby has a voice



I bear the blame, believers are few

And what am I to do?

I share the shame, the cradle's below

And where is Baby Doe?



Where will it end? Oh no, no



It's over and done, the presses have run

Some call the parents brave

Behind your disguise, your rhetoric lies

You watched a baby starve



I bear the blame, the cradle's below

And where is Baby?

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