Angel statues frozen in time, <br />As you hear a wedding chime, <br />Hearing the preacher mumble, <br />Faces of the statue crumble. <br />Silently out side they lay, <br />As you bow your head to pray, <br />Wings of angels cold as stone, <br />In the garden all alone. <br />Some say they were once real, <br />Once they could, touch and feel, <br />They say that they fell from grace, <br />And somehow wound up in this place. <br />They're so confused, cold, and still, <br />Alone in the garden on the hill.<br /><br />Chris Newlash<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angel-statues/
