Looking up, she's ready to fly,
Her hands out stretched,
Trying to get free,
She needs someone's help,
Why can't they see?
Her eyes have a glass like expression,
Her face has a look of complete depression,
Never does she cry,
Never will she die.
We know she's made of stone,
She knows she's all-alone,
She cannot say a word,
But she still needs to be heard.
My white angel,
Don't you cry,
We all know you could never die,
Just stay with my brothers grave,
I know it's you who protects the brave.