Stone Angel

A sad angel cries in the snow and the sleet
Standing through the decades,long to serve the one who's lost
As cold as stone her wings with ice and flowers at her feet.
The tear is frozen on her cheek and in her eyes of frost.

By the iron gate a gargoil with his bitter stare
Hates the angels beauty and her love for the departed.
Crouching through the centuries in the fridged midnight air.
Dares the angel thaw a tear for the lost and broken hearted.

But in the moon-lit cemetary nothing moves but snow
Crosses standing everywhere and markers made of brass.
The sad and lonely angel stands with grace and somber glow
Reminding all of heaven and the one below who's past.

The gargoil poses stoic on his haunches by the gate.
A sad and lonely angel stands the vigel night and day
Clothed in snow and at her feet the name and both the dates.
In the cemetary by the road, forever, patiently she cries and waits.