She walks to school with a lunch she packed Nobody knows what she's holding back; Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday, She hides the bruises with the linen and lace;
oh The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask, It's hard to see the pain behind the mask; Bearing the burdon of a secret storm, Sometimes she wishes she was never born;
Through the wind and the rain, She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above; But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved.
Concrete Angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the night, The neighbors hear but they turn out the lights; A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate, When morning comes it will be too late. Through the wind and the rain, She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above;
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved. Concrete Angel A statue stands in a shaded place, An angel girl with an upturned face; Her name is written on a polished rock, A broken heart that the world forgot. Through the wind and the rain, She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above; But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved.
Concrete Angel
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