The Weeping Angel
The angel sits in the silvery moonlight
Watching and guarding the lonely graves
Shedding her silent tears
Over the ones who are lost
But will soon be found again
She sits with her beautiful tearstained face
By the light of the moon
By the pureness of the starts
She watches, and waits
She watches the people come and go
Leaving gifts and such things
Never staying, never going
Always wanting more time
Always wanting more time
Never getting any
There gone for now
But there not gone forever
She silently watches and waits