With a hand that trembles,
He wipes the window pane
A withering land that reflects
Years of unrelenting rain
Once, he saw her playing there
In the grass, so green and tall
Spinning around without a care
Singing, laughing, having a ball
Perhaps it\'s her laughter he hears
Sparkling on the gentle breeze
His joy, his beautiful daughter, so dear
But now, only a whisper through the trees
Again, with a trembling hand
He wipes the window pane
Of his precious memories, so long gone
His tears fall like rain.