Oh my silent statue
Clip your roses
Throw them at the ‘feat of disease

Quiet your tears
Under your shroud
Shed a thousand despairs
Lay your grief to rest

Oh my black-eyed Susan
Did he love you not?
Did he pluck the feathers off your wings?

Could she have been
Blonde-eyed blue-haired?
Whisper your name
Through the dark

Oh my red-eyed angel
Did you drink the mercury
Of your own temper?

All their faces are worn away
Their letters cracked and chipping
Whisper your name
Through the dark

Past footsteps have tread
Over her sorrows
Melting into moonlight
She whispers “Aggie”

Oh my silent statue
Clip your roses
Throw them at the ‘feat of disease