There's a little girl standing by your door,
do you see her, father, what is she looking for?
I held your hand but you pulled it away,
I mourn the loss of you everyday,
though you are still breathing.
There are many words she could never say,
do you hear them, father, don't turn away.
I would cry at night with a broken soul,
and though you lost yourself and all control,
I was willing to find you.
Yet she grew up into a headstrong girl,
do you know her, father, are you part of her world?
I can't look you in the eyes anymore,
though my tears have dried my heart's still sore.
You are slowly dying.
There was a little girl standing by your door,
you never saw her, father, she's not there anymore.