Each day as evening starts to set
The ache builds in his chest
He knows that he must go to bed
And try to get some rest

He hugs his tearstained pillow close
When no one is around
And cries for one he loved and lost
And screams without a sound

Other see him in the day
And think he's doing well
But every day as evening sets
He enters his own hell

Time hasn't healed his pain at all
Or quieted his fears
So every night, alone in bed
He sheds those silent tears