I am a Statue
A Form made of Stone
I have a pedestal
And the Earth to call my Home.
I have eyes of Marble
And yet, I see around me.
Across this beautiful Land of mine,
And off towards the Sea.
I have Feelings inside
They are trapped within my Form.
I am alive in Here
But my skin is cold; not warm.
I am a Statue.
A figure carved in Grace.
And no one can see the tears
That roll silently down my face.