What happens to the voice never head
and the story untold
is it untold
or is it misunderstood
no one knows what that boy or girl could've been
and now can never be
when the young die
who knows what they could've been
Its like a bud that never grows into a flower
you never know how beautiful they could've been
Who knows how that child could've change the world
With that last minute
That one child soul is gone
With that last breath
and that last heart beat
well never know
What that child could've been
What happens to the voice unheard
and the story untold
During time that one child story eventually fades away
It's like that soul never existed
You never know what could've been
and know can never be
no no one knows the cry
of those who died to early
It's like a book without an ending
Its funny how the could've beens
would've beens and the should've beens
ended so fast
What happens to the voice never heard
and the story untold