The flow of people swirls around me,
Waxing and waning and ebbing with the light.
They stand and gawk, awe frozen on their faces,
But I can only look serenely on
While my heart of marble flakes inside.
I look down upon them, those children dear,
But I cannot touch their warm flesh
Nor feel their living, breathing heartbeats,
Just as they cannot touch my frozen skin
Nor come close enough to hear my suppressed cries.
Day after day I must stand and watch
Over these lives that flick past before me.
Day after day I am reminded of the loneliness of stone.
Day after day they see nothing but a statue,
A statue without a heart or a soul,
A statue on a pedestal.