See the secret guardian

Hidden amongst the shadows of doubt

Pain and misery all that she knows

All that she feeds from becomes what she is

She knows not the taste of sunshine and wind

And bitter are the tales of treachery that become her soul

But she feels no sorrow

And she knows nothing better

One is what one does and complaining gains nothing

So watch for the deadly defender

The beautiful deception lurking in the mists

She knows all that no one should know

And sees the way to turn it against you

Tell the tales of dew on the flowers

And the smell of sunrise

And the sound of laughter

And the pain of heartbreak

Gracious eyes, gracious heart,

Gracious wings

Eyes as wondrous as the path she guards

Tell her stories