You ask me why I'm happy

Why I always have a smile

The answer is that I'm not

But I have no right to be sad

I can only cry, and I mean really cry, in secret

If they new how much I morn my mother

How much I miss my sister

Then they would worry about me

So I'll be happy and put it out of my mind

For with happiness comes more happiness

And with sadness comes only more sadness

I will morn my mother when I walk through the gardens

I will miss my sister when I look upon the rolling hills

And late at night when I look at the moon and the stars

I'll think of him.