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
