She is confused hurt misguided
Looking for a hand to hold
All the answers are getting old
And in our comfy pews we are sitting
She's knocking on our door we're closed off to her
Cause I'm the voice that you ignore
Little baby knit in her womb
Days ordained written in His book
Loved by Mighty God above
And in a clinic/Machines and needles
About what they're taking
Cause I'm the voice that you ignore
Cause I'm the voice that you ignore