When I walk by this building, as I do every day;
I hear these little voices, but know not what they say;
I see these little children, their faces press the glass;
They always smile and wave at me as I go walking past.

What kind of building is this, my thoughts would then begin;
One day I got the nerve up and finally walked right in;
I went up to the nurse's desk and said excuse me please;
They said don't bother asking, it's for terminal disease.

And then I saw this little girl who was maybe two or three;
I don't know what her name was, so I'll call her Ann Marie;
I walked into the playroom and opened up my arms;
She ran right over to me this bundle full of charms.

Now in the days that followed, I would visit and bring toys;
And Ann Marie would hand them out to all the girls and boys;
We grew to love each other, this orphan, it was sad;
But that just made me love her more and she loved me like her Dad.

We had our parties daily, not one day would I miss;
She would always be right by the door to greet me with a kiss;
But then my world was shattered, my whole world fell apart;
Now the ending of this story, I'm sure will break your heart.

One day I went to visit her, now the nurses stood and cried;
They said don't ask for Ann Marie, because last night she died.