To all the children that where never born. You were perfect and beautiful. You will never be replaced.
I have heard you talking,
Heard your dreams; heard you plan.
No one thinks I listen. That I care or understand.
No one thinks that I dream; but I can.
I have known things; felt joy and fear.
Heard the whispers of a world, so far, yet so near.
I heard when you where laughing, when you sang, when you cried.
I knew all about you, even from deep inside.
I love you, and I miss you. But can you disagree?
I knew you; but you never knew me.
I never saw your face; never felt your embrace.
All I felt was pain, the signal of alarm.
The hurt of outside forces who meant to do me harm.
No one will ever know what I was meant to be.
No one will ever see what I was meant see.
They said I didn’t know, I couldn’t feel; but they lied.
For though I never lived, I died.
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