The Boy With the Dimples

He sits with his mother And he has three other brothers They are all just alike And yet very different He is so serious and so young And his song is not yet sung Still when he smiles He's the boy with the dimples He is older now His milk white hair turned gold He no longer sits with his mother And he fights his three other brothers His seriousness has grown And sometimes he's terribly alone Still when he smiles He's the boy with the dimples He keeps his pain inside There is no one with whom he can confide His humiliations are borne in silence And no one understands who he is Yet he is stronger than he knows And his beauty begins to show So when he smiles He's not just the boy with the dimples Now he's grown into a man He is insightful and wise He lovingly thinks of his mother And he cries with his other brothers He has become the person I love Always the one I'm thinking of And when he smiles He's still the boy with the dimples