Can you give a copy of the declamation piece entitled the cry of the unborn child?

I want to see birds soar,

and the wind whisk leaves away.

I've never seen a rainbow,

or heard the gentle rain.

I'll never see the goodness of the heart,

because I fear my life will end today.

I want to see nature,

to feel the warmth of the sun.

I haven't seen a waterfall,

Oh, let me live, I pray.

Am I just a piece of flesh?

Do I not have a soul yet?

I long for the embrace of arms,

and those three Words I'll never hear you say.

Is there some reason this has to be?

I don't want to die.

No crime that I have done,

but with my life I pay.