She stares blank A punch to the flank. She doesn't even recognise The man she helped rise. The man is filled with emotions. Unlike her. So filled they come out as tears So many emotions Love, helplessness, sorrow. Maybe even anger. Despair.
She's someone who can't be replaced But she's become a shell of her former self Yet he loves her. As the hands of the clock spin She forgets him more. What a cruel fate. He tries and tries to make her remember, Knowing he's going to fail. All the perseverance isn't going to help him. It never does. It is only a false hope, wishful thinking If he tries hard enough he'll succeed. But he won't.
Don't blame her, she's now growing frail. She keeps asking who he is, Why he's asking so many questions Amidst tears he whimpers. There's no use telling her directly He wants to make her remember Oh but the disease has claimed her And a mother has forgotten her son.