The Neverborns
Slightly breathing, just breathing
they wait to live.
In the warmth of their homes they remain.
Unknown to whom they belong.
There is love for them,
no one will ever know.
And care that no one can ever show,
For short liven are their destinies.
Their lives were like the moment between
Dawn and day, Dusk and night...
Small and fleeting. Passing by in a slow frenzy,
their powerless heartbeat and final fight.
Their absence has changed everything.
what if they'd been around, right now?
turning back time, I wish
was a possibility somehow.
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