Inspired by "Voice of the unborn" by sanz.

Hearken to the voice of the unborn
Lest he inherits his father's scorn
Teach him that wich matters most
To love, not to be fears blind host

For what treasure is greater in size
Than that we all share, the gift of life
To live, to love, to die remembered
Your life's finest hour in your child's flesh rendered

Think about the ancestors' line
All the way back to the start of time
Then look at your self and know to be true
That the only reason they existed is you

In honor of their gift of love
I carry in pride my ancient blood
And I'll pass it on with richer taste
Not shame my kin by bloodsheds waste