I’m not a person
Even though I cry
I’m not living
Even though I die
Barely noticed
I seem to lie
But I am here
And you, on me, rely
But I’m Not an Angel
Even though I try
I’m not a Person
Even though, I cry
I’m not living
Even though I die
What am I
What am I?
Rarely seen
But always heard
Fireproof
But I’m always burned
Fixed in place
And always turned
I’m not a person
Haven’t you learned?
What am I—
What am I?
