There is a quiet at the heart of love, And I have pierced the pain and come to peace.
Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad; his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.
I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.
The ache of empty arms was an old tale to you.
I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.
It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.