The child that should have been, but never came to be,  The child that took to it's 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...