As I walk I hear cries in the wind.
Though faint and tender they are
Whispers given, pleads they send.
Births and dreams that never come
Why should I care for any other?
It wasnít the right time for me.
Though now I am in agony for my choice.
No one told me I would always hear that voice.
A child, my child that Iíll never know.
A child, my child that Iíll never hold.
How is the truth of it all to be told?
You had a body and I saw you face
I will always remember the child I saw
I will never forget what I could have had
Because I wasnít told, I will always be sad.
In your heavenly heart forgive me if you can.