Somewhere, Sometime

A Blonde haired, blue eyed child
Sitting on her Father's knee
His memory discarded and forgotten
But still alive in me

You walked away and left behind
A life you said you didn't want
But late at night I wonder
That if I took a deeper look
What inside your heart I'd find

Remorse perhaps? Or maybe nothing.
I actually don't care.
What keeps me going is the thought
That somewhere, sometime
I was your daughter and you dared to love me.