All these sacrifices br He makes for me br Is purnishing me br Why won't he tell me? br It costs him so for me br br Only a glimpse br At his sweaty face br Behind the laced curtain br Is enough to open my eyes br His lips smile br br Well i never had really br touched the rough texture br of life as he had really br so felt the mixture br of anguished heart yet joyful. br br To grasp the picture br Is my dilemma untold br could it be the fear? br the love? the pressure? br yet his lips smile back br br The smile that never is br that i know for true br covers the agony inside br yet consolation he obtains br for my presence is satisfactory.