THE ROCK BEHIND THE SCENES.

I've seen you working hard,

Long hours of toil you shed,

At times the gripes get taken to heart,

A responsible road you tread,

Always seeking openings for those in your care...

to make a comfortable living,

Strain plays havoc as patience 's worn to despair..

but strength won't let you give in,

And nobody sees it,

Nobody knows this,

But me.

When the phone rings off the hook...

It 's like your private hot line,

Unconsciously easy you make the job look,

Yet it takes over your personal time,

And when demands are made...

by those failing to understand,

I watch you work your sleight

Creating miracles at your command,

And nobody sees it,

Nobody know this,

But me.

And when others phone irate,

Testing your honesty,

They've no idea what it takes,

Keeping the project on its feet,

And if you weren't there to make,

It turn like a well oiled machine,

Where would others be,

Where would the comp'ny reach,

Where would they find someone who cares

That's in every word you speak,

And nobody sees it,

Nobody knows this,

But me.