Carolyn Walsh

Lyrics

More Than She Knew

Let none deny that all the world’s a stage
In masks and borrowed robes we play our part.
No wiser may we be in every age
And scarce a soul that leads with poise and heart.
There is but one unmoved by pride or thrill,
No need feels she to match them with her voice.
She holds her peace through storm or scorn until
She breaks the silence sovereign o’er the noise.
Though time forgets the ones who chased their praise,
Yet every age a steady soul it finds
Who leaves a trace of virtue on this place
Still rare are those who walk with truest minds.
When all else fades and time forgets the rest
I know but this- she walks among the best.

Not each soul that we meet is meant to remain,
But some leave a trace that we cannot explain.
Think of those who walked with you a part of the way
And if you could tell them, what would you say?
A quiet thank you that’s long overdue-
Grant me this final thought: she mattered more than she knew.

Some women move with dignity and grace,
Not fashioned for display but worn with thought.
Their quiet depth has no need to explain,
Their virtue lies in what is not declared.
I dare say few would guess what strength she holds
Beneath her poise so artfully composed.
Though few may see or think to look beneath
The steady warmth she chose to shape her course.
Some women mark a room without a word,
Their elegance is eloquence itself.
Their strength, hard-earned, is rarely recognised,
Yet some are seen and quietly esteemed.
I hold it dear that our paths have crossed,
She is but truth that grace still walks this world.

Not each soul that we meet is meant to remain,
But some leave a trace that we cannot explain.
Think of those who walked with you a part of the way
And if you could tell them, what would you say?
A quiet thank you that’s long overdue- 
Grant me this final thought: she mattered more than she knew.

Shakespeare and Austen would have written her well.
No matter the century, she would have stood out. 
We look to the Meryls, the Emmas and Kates,
Let this be a tribute
to those not on stages and who don’t win awards.

Not each soul that we meet is meant to remain
But some leave a trace that we cannot explain.
Think of those who walked with you a part of the way
And if you could tell them, what would you say?
A quiet thank you that’s long overdue- 
Grant me this final thought: she mattered more than she knew.

Some presences are quiet when they lead,
Their names not found in sonnets that we read.
She had to open doors to be let in,
Yet cleared a path for others from within.
No chapter tells the part that she has played,
Yet still I see the difference that she made.