The stepping stone, the building brick,
And now that it stand's tall,
She's hidden, t'was she who began,
She's hidden until it falls.
Such joy, such smiles, laughter that roams,
She sits quiet amidst the rest,
She gets nobody thanks', nobody's praise,
For bringing about the best.
And although the ringing laughter sounds,
I know so deep in me,
She knows that nobody - anybody at all,
Could be as happy.....as she.
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