Beware the weeping angels high
The ones that never seem to fly
Composed of stone, cry tears of ink
Don't close your eyes, do not even blink
Just how mercifully will you die
Hide in your palms, the unseeing eye
One simple look could be the brink
Allow your heart a chance to sink
Fragile innocence is statuesque
Hush, little one, don't you cry
Your angels are here to guide you by
Close, always nearer than you think
To old times they provide the link
Fragile innocence is statuesque
