There he stands,

So close, but so far away.

No tears fall,

But his heart is full of sorrow.

Here I stand,

Growing up and growing pretty.

He does not see.

He cannot see.

His heart is as pure as can be.

His luck is just unlucky.

He wishes every day,

To see me.

He is loving,

But the sorrow remains.

He still smiles and laughs,

But his everlasting wish remains.

Each day he wishes,

To no avail,

But we all love him,

And he loves us all.

He will get his wish.

He will wait till he does.

Till the sorrow disappears.