Unseen, unheard, she keeps up the fight
Through the dust a beam of light
Never enclosed by a room
A piercing torch in the gloom;
She opens doors that others can\'t see
And then closes them quietly
She brings comfort, care and ease
With her store of tender mercies;
Don\'t bring your brittle pretence
Or your faux miserableness
She\'ll see straight through your useless charade
And your empty sorrow discard;
No - you\'re too late anyway
For with her I had my lucky day
The day when the future was set
The day when we first met.