‘Tho you hide yourself,
You’re never far away.
But standing behind a wall,
You peep to see if I might care
To search for you.
And there is always an indication--
A clue to your nearness.

Oh, for your presence,
And your listening ear.
Just one feeble cry
And you’re on the spot.
The touch of your gentle hand,
Ever drawing me near--
Wiping every tear.