The statue stands in place Rigid blank face Her marble arms reach out Dancing about The halls are quiet Air is tired Few voices echo The outside show Few voices echo Few voices echo The outside show Falling through noise On her pedestal Her confident poise Her desolation regrettable The people roam the streets Blind to her deeds They race towards the gates Inside she waits Anticipates her fate A mob circulates Their melodies are proud She folds to the crowd Their melodies are proud Their melodies are proud She folds to the crowd