The Ghost That Never Was

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...