Baby Doe - Steve Taylor

Unfolding today

A miracle play

This Indiana morn

The father--he sighs

She opens her eyes

Their baby boy is born

«We don’t understand

He’s not like we planned»

The doctor shakes his head

«Abnormal» they cry

And so they decide

This child is better dead

I bear the blame

Believers are few

And what am I to do?

I share the shame

The cradle’s below

And where is Baby Doe?

A hearing is sought

The lawyers are bought

The court won’t let him eat

The papers applaud

When judges play God

This child is getting weak

They’re drawing a bead

Reciting their creed

«Respect A Woman’s Choice»

I’ve heard that before

How can you ignore

This baby has a voice

I bear the blame

Believers are few

And what am I to do?

I share the shame

The cradle’s below

And where is Baby Doe?

Where will it end

Oh

No

No

It’s over and done

The presses have run

Some call the parents brave

Behind your disguise your rhetoric lies

You watched a baby starve

I bear the blame

The cradle’s below

And where is Baby?