Unborn

That child inside still grows
With the same force of life as before
God himself couldn't remove that seed
Not even Heaven could even the score

I lost the child before I knew
The life that grew inside of me
Would give me so much more than
What I expected or prayed it'd be

In the mouthes of babes truth be told
That in this period so short of time
Once a thought, a body, a mind
Coursed through these veins of mine

I speak of regret in the hardest way
Then can be recognized by the human heart
To find that lost stollen child of mine
Where to begin? Where do I start?

I can not say more simply than this
That I take with me the greatest of pain
That fills this body with the blackest night
No sight be seen, no hope held in vain