so they call it "service," but it's a system cold, Snatching babies, stories untold. False accusations fly, like vultures in the sky, While a mother's pleas, are left to die. (Verse 1) "Relapse number two?" A fabricated lie, Twisted the truth, reaching for the sky. Begging for help, a hand to understand, Instead, they ripped the child, from her hand. (Chorus) Forced to choose, a choice not her own, "Abort the child, or watch her be alone." Tears streaming down, a soul torn apart, Social services playing, a wicked, cruel part. (Verse 2) Tortured mind, broken soul, spiraling down, Numbing the pain, in this forsaken town. Abuse ignored, scars they chose not to see, Just another case, in their apathy. (Chorus) Forced to choose, a choice not her own, "Abort the child, or watch her be alone." Tears streaming down, a soul torn apart, Social services playing, a wicked, cruel part. (Bridge) Could've been a mom, with a little support, Instead, they judged, and slammed the door shut. Prioritizing jobs, over human life, Leaving behind wreckage, and endless strife. (Outro) This ain't just a story, it's a battle cry, For those silenced, beneath a judging eye. Social services, you need to wake up and see, The trauma you cause, ain't the way it should be.
