God blessed the world with a baby girl, 
a mighty soul with no control, 
as darkness fights her brightest light. 
No chance of life with “reproductive rights.”

But God’s not done, He gave a son, 
a baby boy full of love and joy, 
another light the darkness spites. 
But no chance of life with “reproductive rights.” 

“My body, my choice”—No, you are that child’s voice. 
No one will ever know into whom that child would grow,
because God now holds the life you stole.
No chance of life with “reproductive rights.”

A child, a father, a mother, a healer, a giver, a lover,
oh, the possibilities never to be seen,
due to selfish wants and unjust “needs.”
No chance of life with “reproductive rights.”

God’s greatest gift returned unlived,
without a care or a single prayer.
Because darkness blinds the heart of humankind,
there’s no chance of life with “reproductive rights.”