I sit before the beaded curtain here Wondering what is going to be next The decision I must make is so near I want to do the things that is the best The best could be what I want in my heart The best could be what my love wants for us To my heart his choice feels like a black dart But I have to do what he wants, I must We sit and drink waiting for the grey train I want to be like we were in the past I look out the window down the long lane This grey train is the ending of the last I have made up my mind and my love wins This choice is going to make my heart bend
Let me tell you a story. This story takes place every day all over the world and so you are likely to know the characters of the story, or know someone who knows the characters. Who knows, your sister might be a character or you might even star in it yourself. The story is about a young woman who is seduced by a particularly older male who, in reminiscence of his lost youth, lusts the body of the younger woman. Things get heated, some drinks might have been involved and the woman becomes pregnant. Of course, the male, wise and experienced as he is, stays with the woman, comforts her, builds somewhat the foundations of a relationship and maybe even takes her on a trip to Europe. During all his endurances, he tries to persuade the woman to do the sensible thing and get an abortion of the child. The woman, young, naive and foolish as she is, rejects the idea and gives birth to the child which causes the male character to disappear. Within the first few months after birth, the woman realises the huge responsibility and maturity involved with raising a child in this godforsaken world, cracks under the pressure, gets committed, her child is taken away and two lives were thus ruined. How many lives were saved?