In the silence of the womb, a voice unheard,
The echo of my existence, like a fleeting bird.
Tiny heartbeats, a rhythm soft and low,
A symphony of potential, yet never to grow.

In the hushed sanctuary where life begins,
I yearned for the world, free from original sins.
But fate's cruel hand snatched me away,
The unborn, a story ending before its day.

I was a dream unfulfilled, a soul unseen,
Lost in the void, where...