Hearts gone cold

Stoney Eyes

Oh marble man sing to me of virtue
Plaster and stone hold up the statue
Tell me how I should feel and how to live
You who died a millennia ago what advice to give?

Ah, be good yes
Oh and also bold

Slow down dear marble man
Speaking silently from your pillar stand

Yes I shall be courageous
Of course I'll be kind
Pride? Me? I'll keep that in mind
Chin up! Why didn't I think of that?

But what am I to do when it hurts so?
Who should I go to?
Should I hide behind you?
Will you share my burdens too?

Who am I to pry?
Is that a tear that I spy ?
Of course not, how could you cry?
When all you have are those stoney eyes