Don't kill me please

Don’t kill me, Mother, in your womb.

Let me live, dear Mother, in your womb.

I’m a budding flower growing inside, quietly.

Don’t crush me, Mother, in your womb.

I’m a tender shoot, a little life sprouting inside.

Don’t trample me, Mother, in your womb.

You too are someone’s daughter, Mother.

Don’t kill me, Mother, in your womb.

Motherhood has lost its compassion, equal love for son and daughter.

I am your reflection, Mother, in your womb.

I dream of seeing the world.

Don’t make it difficult, Mother, in your womb.

What will you gain by killing me?

Think wisely, Mother, in your womb.

I’ll touch the sky and bring you honor.

Don’t imitate others, Mother, in your womb.

I’ll be Daddy’s little princess, your little doll.

You’ll be the real mother, in your womb.

Every life is a gift from God.

Generations will flourish, Mother, in your womb.

Don’t kill me, Mother, in your womb.

Let me live, dear Mother, in your womb.

I’m a budding flower growing inside, quietly.

Don’t crush me, Mother, in your womb.

I’m a tender shoot, a little life sprouting inside.

Don’t trample me, Mother, in your womb.

You too are someone’s daughter, Mother.

Don’t kill me, Mother, in your womb.

Motherhood has lost its compassion, equal love for son and daughter.

I am your reflection, Mother, in your womb.

I dream of seeing the world.

Don’t make it difficult, Mother, in your womb.

What will you gain by killing me?

Think wisely, Mother, in your womb.

I’ll touch the sky and bring you honor.

Don’t imitate others, Mother, in your womb.

I’ll be Daddy’s little princess, your little doll.

You’ll be the real mother, in your womb.

Every life is a gift from God.

Generations will flourish, Mother, in your womb.