When your eyes are full of tears

But you cannot cry

When you think you’ve conquered your fears

But can only sigh.

When you rise to the occasion,

And hold yourself together,

In rain or shine or stormy weather,

And your heart beats fast,

And faster still,

As if you’re running up the steepest hill.

Memories tumble out,

And stop you dead,

And you cry at last,

For all you left unsaid