A statue,
Cold and lonely.
She waits...
She waits for you.
Release her,
Warm her against
The chilled embrace of captive stone
Love her,
Let her love you.
Call her by name
And feel her become flesh.
Teach her,
Help her move.
Lead her in a dance,
For she will fallow.
A living statue,
Once cold and lonely.
She waits...
She waits for you...
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The Road To Nowhere