A Song That's Never Sung

Had I been born a gargoyle

I’d hover over head –

watch the world just down below

and the top of every head

I’d spot the ones without a care

and see those with a fool –

I’d envy all who had a dream

and drop a little drool

I’d feel for all the lonely hearts

a sadness and a love –

and hope the best for them to find

and do it from above

For most pass by and never see

me perched here on the brink –

they go about their merry way

and never stop to think.

Had they been born a gargoyle

and I was passing by –

I’d be polite and pause to glance

a little towards the sky –

I’d make a face as I looked up

perhaps stick out my tongue –

and sing the praise of gargoyles

the song that’s never sung.