Miscariage

Things will never again be the same...

From the distance, from the years

I watch her as she grows

I watch her innocence burn

As they feed the fire.

I hear her cries, and through me

Her pain echoes

Until she is burned through.

From the distance, for all years

I'll watch him as he grows

I'll watch his courage take root

As he waters his soil.

I'll hear his smiles, and through me

His self echoes

Until she is gone for good.