We can't move, We can't feel.
But we can see! We can hear!
The pony princess of the sun blinds us with her light.
The princess of the moon shies away from us, hidden in her night.
For them the stories we hold are recent, of battles won, of ponies lost.
We stand in their garden of peace as remains from times long past.
We are statues and though our tales forgotten, our purpose, we have never lost.
From the Everfree to fair Canterlot where now reside, we whisper to the ears of the sun and moon.
Whether we stand in glory, awe or fear we wear our pasts with pride!
Rember Princesses, Remember what we lost and what we gained. Be we a memory of victory or loss never forget the stories we once told!
For if history is forgotten, it will forever repeat and only we, statues or stories long since ended, can look on in what once was.