He will never know it
But he holds my heart in his hand
For each sweet smile that shines
One reflects back from me
He will never know it
But his eyes tell me a story
For what he feels is written there
Like words written on a page
He will never know it
But each pain that he feels
I feel as deeply as a cut
That time may never heal
He will never know it
But when he dreams at night
I see him there and hold my heart
I feel each beat and shudder.
Though, he will never know it
He makes me feel quite proud
He shoulders all and asks not why
His pains, worn like a shroud.
Though, he will never know it
His joy is like a miracle to me
I rejoice in his happiness
His peace is my peace.
