To A Daughter From Her Father

She sits by a window and waits.
This is her routine every single day.
She never confronts the truth
Because she knows how much it'd hurt.

The truth is too hard to bear
And she thinks nobody cares
But she doesn't know that I'm always here
Watching her cry and wishing I could be there.

She's afraid to hear what IS
And more afraid to forget.
I wish I could be there to comfort her
And to hold her in my arms once again.

Because the truth that really hurts...
Is the reality that I am gone.