Who is she?

"Who's she over there?" He asks twice

"Who's she over there?" He asks twice And despite the sting of pain I smile

"She's your granddaughter. Don't you remember her?"

"No" he says and I'm surprised how much it hurts

No! With that little simple word

No! With that little simple word He makes me a stranger to his world

I'm but a ghost now in his life

I'm but a ghost now in his life and a part of me dies inside

This is so wrong, this isn't right

This is so wrong, this isn't right How could he forget me after all this time?

Again I see the question in his eyes

Again I see the question in his eyes and despite the pain I try and smile

Not at all yet somehow prepared

Not at all yet somehow prepared to hear him speak those words that hurt

"Who's she over there?" he asks again

"Who's she over there?" he asks again while his granddaughter tries to mask her pain