There is no peace or solace among the statues of stone.
Only memories of times past and the pain of ages gone by.
No hope is found in the quiet moments spent there all alone.
Can reconciliation ever be gained by statues that mystify?

What abject futility under the sun, those memorials made by man.
Honour is a privilege of the humble, bestowed by a sovereign God.
How beautiful we find those enchanting statues created by human hand.
Their graceful lines thrill our hearts and by their beauty, we are awed.

Be careful where you seek the peace that calms your heart so troubled.
The solace found in idols of stone are fleeting and always entrap the soul.
You are left with woe by works of stone that in the end must always crumble.
Those mystic works of granite can only disappoint and never make you whole.

God curses those elegant statues created with mortar and stone
They cast their cold and lifeless eyes on the sad and weak who seek their solace.
They call out in silence with lifeless lips to draw the vulnerable who stand alone.
If at all they had a heart, it would be made of stone and filled with malice.