Weeping Stone Angel

Weeping Stone Angel

My feet so cold upon the cobbled road
In an ancient Prague cemetery.
With broken lilies and broken roses;
Offerings in broken pottery.

I find myself here today.
I've lost no one, last I checked.
Yet my feet had dragged me this way again
So I could pay my last respects.

There, wings ripped asunder, she looms over me,
With stone body and stone feathers.
Her hands covered her unseen face
Shielding her from the darkness before her.

Her grey body, cold, draped in stone garments.
How pathetic she looks, yet I look at her.
Among the dead, she weeps so silent.
Everyone has simply forgotten her.

Why are you weeping and for whom?
Who is so deserving of thy tears
When I have none offered to me?
Uncover your virgin eyes and see me here!

Is he more beautiful than me?
What has he given you that I can't give?
Does he even know that you exist?
And does he live to see you live?

Or does he too cover his eyes which he whores?
Blind to you as he worships another.
Numb to all the sacrifices you have made.
Making your love for him Hell's torture.

Weep for me you stupid angel! You Winged Madonna.
Can't you see I love you true?
I would trade my heart for your holy tears.
Or am I not Christ enough for you?

I may weep till my eyes burn.
Yet those ancient hands will never move.
Will never break away from her burning eyes.
Her stone head shall never turn to me, and look.
(...at me...)

I walk away unhurt and unhurt. And unhurt.
Except for my heart aching within.
I don't need some stone seraph's tears.
I just need you to weep for me.
(...for once...)

I shall walk away from you one day, as I'd left her,
Then you shall cease to exist in my wretched life.
I shall forget you like the others forgot her.
Then you'll look up, see nothing, and cry... till you die.
(...for no one's there...)

(...So before it's too late, look up and see
And with joy, and love, you shall cry for me...)