There's a lady of stone
Whom kneels towards the sun.
In its beautiful light
Her shadow's undone.
Her eyes will never blink,
And her mouth remains closed.
Her hands will not part,
Her hair never grows.
She wears such a robe,
Of glorious white.
Watching dear mother
As she sleeps in the night.
This lady of stone
Has kneeled for many years.
She has not once shed
A watery tear.
She does not weep,
Nor smile, nor frown.
Nor does she speak,
As her head remains down.
She knows me quite well,
Watching as I've grown.
As I visit my mother,
And the lady of stone.
 
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