There used to be a garden
Behind the hedges of a mansion
A mansion sitting calmly
Under the mist of a mountain

In the garden stood a statue
On a pedestal of stone
She stood looking sadly
Looking small and alone

The rain would fall gently
Turning her face a deep gray
Still she kept on posing
As she slowly wore away

No one thought to view her
As in the garden she stood
The vines soon overgrew her
Knowing no one ever would