Haunts me yet, memories of goodbye, To a life not yet even begun, A thousand thoughts of what might've been, A thousand tears for a lost daughter or son. In time the tears they will subside, But within the emptiness will remain, Nothing on earth can fill the void, Of a departed child without even a name. Of the lingering sorrow I long to speak To end the silence, to have a voice But within my guilt I am improsioned, Cause to end this life was my own choice.