Jaro Kvarin — Without The Word

My father never said the words out loud
Too proud, too quiet, too old-fashioned proud
But every time I had a fever, he'd appear
With medicine he bought before the dawn was clear
He'd leave it on my nightstand, say nothing
Go back to sleep before the world was running
Three words were never said, not even close
But that small bottle said what mattered most
Without the words, without the I love you
He loved me in every single thing he'd do