The child that should have been, but never came to be,

The child that took to its grave the innocence in me,

I hear a voice crying in a haunting plea for help,

And though I reach out toward the voice, I'm left all by myself,

They say I have no legal rights, they say I have no choice,

So if she chooses "end it", all I have is the voice,

So if you note my restless nights my torment is because

I'm haunted by the spirit of a ghost that never was...