The flicker of a heartbeat,
A symphony yet to be played,
An unborn child, a melody,
A harmony is yet to be made.
A symphony of life, yet to begin,
A symphony of love, yet to spin,
But as fate would have it,
The symphony was never to begin.
With eyes closed and still so small,
A world of possibilities for all,
But the symphony was silenced,
Before the first note was called.
A symphony of death,
A symphony unheard,
An unborn child, a memory,
A symphony forever blurred.
A flicker of a heartbeat,
A symphony forever still,
An unborn child, a loss,
A symphony of grief to fill.
Though the symphony was never played,
The love and hope remain,
For the unborn child, a symphony unheard,
Will forever in our hearts remain.
